See "Writings" for Part 1 and 2 deer chose a different garden path and letting it flourish, more the merrier)

French Deer Shop (specialized pelts with the mardi gras mask and then end up the spotted sexy swag coat)
About 3:39 am in the morning the cutter deer was obviously inebriated from deplantis Vodka. Cutter deer got mixed up and thought my deer was a French deer with those ways, long lashes and dewy eyes.(My deer has that but not French) So cutter deer stomps his hooves and rears up. When he comes down in his antlers was a mushroom he retrieved from a trunk (the kind with psychoactive ingredients). Cutter deer slings his neck just so and out flies the mushroom chunk. As it whizzed passed my nostrils it had been soaked in deplantis Vodka. My girl deer just hung that silly joker tongue of hers out(see concept for pic of joker deer) and lerped it up and swallowed it whole. I have to admit I had the mushrooms too and all I could do was stand there and watch. Cutter deer moves up next to my girl deer. Instead of the loving starting he hops fully up on her fur back wanting a walking ride right in front of me. It is not rutting season or the games at the graveyard. My girl deer instead of walking starts acting like a deplantis bunny (small pond with facet on brick). She starts hopping around. I thought that looked becoming and stood there fascinated watching the deer bunny hop progress.

Is it better to die in pieces or all at once? I watch as mother and father deer get reports from doctor deer down by the pond of being healthy. Yet things are not the same. For years a deer progresses upward, refines a skill, flies a bit farther... then one day not so far, not as fast still good but something drifted away never to be retrieved. At first no big deer deal since plenty more after a life time of romping around, diving in the water or flying in the air.

Slowly despite the healthy reports mother and father deer give up some favorite activities small things at first then bigger things. Long trips become less frequent and roaming starts being only at the favorite spot. Realization that nothing can be done to make it better other than make it comfortable.

Should the mother and father deer find a fire spot and rage, rage at the dying of the light inside? Or do you just let it slowly envelope till no reason more to do or think? At that point what does progeny deer say.


A deer life well lead cannot go on forever so how do you exit ancient wise deer. What do you save and what do you let go. No dreaded deer disease, no dramatic heart attack no intense pain, just a very slow fading. Those deer together so long have long since merged into one so how does one become single again after so long paired? Lovely healthy gray parent deer enjoying simple sunbeams, the taste of food, the feel of a large velvet brown glade to nap in and the trickle of water.

Progeny protecting against the ill intents.

Is it better to die in pieces or all at once? I watch as mother and father deer get reports from doctor deer down by the pond of being healthy. Yet things are not the same. For years a deer progresses upward, refines a skill, flies a bit farther... then one day not so far, not as fast still good but something drifted away never to be retrieved. At first no big deer deal since plenty more after a life time of romping around, diving in the water or flying in the air.

Slowly despite the healthy reports mother and father deer give up some favorite activities small things at first then bigger things. Long trips become less frequent and roaming starts being only at the favorite spot. Realization that nothing can be done to make it better other than make it comfortable.

Should the mother and father deer find a fire spot and rage, rage at the dying of the light inside? Or do you just let it slowly envelope till no reason more to do or think? At that point what does progeny deer say.


A deer life well lead cannot go on forever so how do you exit ancient wise deer. What do you save and what do you let go. No dreaded deer disease, no dramatic heart attack no intense pain, just a very slow fading. Those deer together so long have long since merged into one so how does one become single again after so long paired? Lovely healthy gray parent deer enjoying simple sunbeams, the taste of food, the feel of a large velvet brown glade to nap in and the trickle of water.

Spring is almost here where I live. Does anybody have gardening plans?