The Deer
After I left the studio last night, I felt too good to simply head home, so I decided to go for a late-night drive down Georgetown Pike.
I was speeding along it’s winds and curves, windows down, wind lashing my face, when out of nowhere a deer dashes into the middle of the road. I slammed on the breaks in the nick of time, stopping short of the poor creature which had collapsed in terror. Afraid that my reflexes had not been fast enough, I got out of my car and went over to see if the animal was all right. As I knelt down next to it, the deer looked up at me and asked,
“Why were you driving so fast?”
After a moment’s pause, I answered, “Because it helps me feel alive.”
As I said this, the deer stood up and, looking back at me, replied, “That’s very strange…”
“Why?” I entreated.
“Because,” it said quietly, before speeding back off into the woods, “I was running so fast because it helps me stay alive.”
The Deer
After I left the studio last night, I felt too good to simply head home, so I decided to go for a late-night drive down Georgetown Pike.
I was speeding along it’s winds and curves, windows down, wind lashing my face, when out of nowhere a deer dashes into the middle of the road. I slammed on the breaks in the nick of time, stopping short of the poor creature which had collapsed in terror. Afraid that my reflexes had not been fast enough, I got out of my car and went over to see if the animal was all right. As I knelt down next to it, the deer looked up at me and asked,
“Why were you driving so fast?”
After a moment’s pause, I answered, “Because it helps me feel alive.”
As I said this, the deer stood up and, looking back at me, replied, “That’s very strange…”
“Why?” I entreated.
“Because,” it said quietly, before speeding back off into the woods, “I was running so fast because it helps me stay alive.”
