EXITING UPDATE! DEACON HAS BEEN GIFTED A TERRY CULKIN CARTOON FOR THIS PIECE.
The sound of my rifle echoes through the mountains. I see where my bullet ripped into the flesh of my target. I hear the noise, victims fall, I grin.
I look at my cousin. We start trekking to find the stag. We come across a fast flowing river, and attempting to cross the river – we are not successful. We start to lumber downstream, luckily we find a slow moving stream.
We cross the stream, then we jaunt back upstream to find the stag… “but where did it go” she yelled.
I fear we will never find that stag again.