Once apon a time, we were sitting eating cinnimen rolls and drinking coffee, waiting for our dad who was off getting gas.
The whole resteraunt watched a mule Deer Doe get flipped over a small Corralla car.
Th ewhole rsteraunt graoned when it hit the pavement and tryed to hobble off with two broken legs.
Then , as one again, they picked up to a hushed wisper as my dad emerged between two trucks with a big rock in his hands.
Again, as one, the whole resteraunt inhaled with gasp, and went dead silent, as my dad beat the Deer with two good wacks with the rock knocking it out and a spray of blood splat with the third and final blow, the Deers head against the pavment and the hollow sound of its skull crushing.
Like a cheap caveman horror movie, my dad glanced up and caught my eye, and with a blood sprayed smille, drug the now dead deer away by its rear leg , bloody rock in hand....dissapearing between the parked trucks.
The resteraunt went wild!
Not that anyone dissagreed, it was ALL just sudden and very unexpacted , with these 3 10X6 foot windows for everyone to see, about 10 feet above the slope of the parking lot.
We jumped up ad payed for breakfast , before Dad came to do it, and ran to him. He was smiling, gutting the Deer, and the Highway Patrol guy came and thanked my dad for doing so. It went in the HP trunk to a Bums Cafe' for lunch, I guess.
As we pulled out of the parking lot at least 10 people were staring hard at us..........ohhhhhhh
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