Spicy (or not) tidbits from my life and its surroundings.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Translation: One night a deer was crossing the street at night. Then the deer got hit by a car. Then it looks like a fishy. Then go to doctor deer, oh, deer doctor. Then it got better. Then it went home. Then it did not feel sick anymore. The end.
This story is based on an encounter of a wounded deer on our way to Evani’s school one morning.