My daughter’s boyfriend Nick told me he was standing outside his place of work one day when he saw someone transporting a dead deer.
When I expressed my dismay over the senseless killing of animals for sport, he assured me that the animal had not been hunted.
When I asked him how he knew, he told me that the deer was on the handlebars of the man’s bicycle. Somehow, he had managed to pick it up from the side of the road and was trying desperately to ride with it.
I have no idea if the man was attempting to bring it home for his own consumption. What concerned me was the direction Nick said the guy was heading.
I need to find a new place for Chinese.
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