Avenging the flowering crab

[Don McDowell]

Dere mr little buck deer,
When you and your friend trashed her flowering crab, she promised not to do anything untword or illegal. This evening she saw where you had rubbed your horns and ate the tips of the branches on the spruce trees that she had been nursing along since the grass hoppers almost killed them. And I think that was the final straw, so when she saw you and your friends sauntering across the pasture towards her yard again there was little that could save you. The rifle was available she had a license , the season is still open and it was still legal light. So now you are destined to become butterfly steaks and roast....