Oh Deer!

 

Dear Andrew,

          You won’t believe what happened to us this week!

          Oh! My! Goodness!

          It was quite an adventure!

          Pap-pap wants a new tractor. He wants this tractor. 

              This tractor lives up in New York state about one hundred twelve miles away from us. It takes about two and a half hours to drive that far.

              When we started out, the sky was so dark in the background, but the sun was shining in the foreground. This always seems eerie to me.

              We had only gone a few miles when I see two deer. They were on the road but jumping up onto a steep bank. I yell, “DEER!” and pointed.

              Pap-pap looked.

              When we looked back to the road, it was too late. There was another deer right in front of us and we hit it. We wrecked our brand spankin-new car.

          There was shit — err, I mean there was stuff all over the road! Broken pieces of our car stuff!

          We were lucky. It was early and there wasn’t a lot of traffic. When there was a car or truck coming, I waived my arms around so they would see me and know something was wrong and slow down!

          And then I saw him, Andrew. I saw the poor little button buck that Pap-pap hit. He was looking at me! He wasn’t dead! "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry," I told him and my heart just broke in two right then and there! I was so sad! You know he had to have been hurting really bad. I asked God to please help this poor creature not suffer too much because God loves all of His creation — including deer!

          It was about ten minutes before two guys in a truck stopped and they had a gun. One of the guys shot the deer, ending his suffering.

          The police came and made a report.

           Pap-pap and the police officer picked up the big pieces of our car that had fallen off.

           The wrecker came and towed our car.

Our neighbor came and gave us a ride home.

Our car is being fixed. And we are driving this car. It’s a Toyota Highlander and it has Texas license plates on it. Everyone at the grocery store thinks we’re from Texas!

“Did Pap-pap get his tractor?” you ask.

          Yes, he did. But it was almost a week later. Charlie, the man who owns the tractor, will bring it down to our house.

          I bet, the next time you come out to visit us, Pap-pap will let you drive his new tractor — if it’s okay with Mom and Dad.

           Until next time, know that you are in my heart and I love you to the moon and back!