By Hilary Ayshford
“Come on, Fergus, let’s do it!” Callum is quivering with excitement.
“I don’t know.” Fergus rubs his rump reflectively against a gnarled pine trunk. “Two against one. It’s not very sporting.”
“Yeah, but he’s got a gun.”
“True. Okay, follow me.”
It’s all over in a flash of razor-sharp hooves and twelve-point antlers.
Between them they pick up the body and carry it back to the truck. With a flick of his head, Fergus tosses the bloody remains of the hunter onto the bonnet.
Soon a bevy of does, wide-eyed and long-lashed, emerges from the thicket to admire the latest trophy.
If only this was true ! Well written. Kudos.
Deer win this one! Good job!
Hello Hilary,
Gives pause when
considering hooves pawing on my rooftop next Christmas Eve. Nice tale.
Great tiny tale, Hilary!
Well done, Hilarious. A very tightly told story.
So sorry, Hilary. Autocorrect strikes again!
Clever reversal, Hilary! Very funny.
Good one. If only.
Great stuff. The tasting of one’s own medicine comes to mind here 🙂
Brilliant flip at the end! Way to go!
Karma. Love it.
Yes!
Wonderful. Revenge at last!
I love this. Hero deers!
Hi Hilary, I enjoy the tales where the roles are reversed. It is a true testament to the underdogs that prevail. Nicely done. I had just one thought for improvement. And it is only that that my thoughts are being offered to you for possible improvement of the piece. Thanks for sharing.
In your first line, I wonder if it should read, “…Callum quivers with excitement.” instead of “Callum is quivering with excitement.”