Maybe I was going too fast at night, or all deers look alike.

Wait a minute. I’m flashing back to “Bambi.” Mommy deers don’t have antlers, right? (I’m a city girl. Don’t know from antlers.) So this CAN’T be Blanche, right?


Anyhoo, as both driver and voter, I swerved at the last minute from whichever look-alike deer it was and only ran over a blue dog that suddenly leaped into the otherwise empty oncoming lane.

I stopped to see if I could save it, but it turned out to be a metaphor for rabid reality.

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