Where the deer and the antelope play...

It seems that I live in some sort of enchanted forest here in Boston. In the past week I have seen not one, but TWO woodland animals. Well, one I didn’t really see, but I did hear the neighbors yelling, “Get in the house!” to all area children. A deer was on the run and these city-folk were not okay with it. Back where I’m from, most people say, “Look… a deer!” instead of “I’m not kidding! It might go on a rampage! Should we call the police?” The neighborhood kids aren’t going to get any sleep tonight. And I feel bad for the ones that are going to report this in school tomorrow only to have their teachers say, “What an imagination! We don’t have deer here in Boston.” Although I have to applaud the guy that responded to the frantic questioning of how it got there with a reassuring, “On the train obviously.”
The other animal I ran into, actually walked into and then briskly walked across the street to avoid, was a skunk. Skunks do not visit Chelmsford Street. I’m halfway convinced that it was some sort of robot (because yes, it was moving and on close inspection, definitely not a cat) controlled by a child in a window somewhere performing a psychological experiment on city-dwellers dealing with woodland creatures. Not a bad scenario now that I think about it. Maybe that explains away the deer too. I definitely got a kick out of it. But that’s just little old Wisconsin me laughing at the big city Boston folks (pronounced fo-ah-ks, of course).