>The Deer Chaser

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I’m sure no one (or hardly anyone) is interested in the adventures of Bhikku, but this was pretty much the only thing that happened at our house all day. We went out at about 5:30 for our daily walk in the woods and he was as excited as ever. Although we had a sunny day, rain is moving in tonight so the sky was overcast. We followed the path down the hill, Bhikku did his thing, and then zoom, he took off, and deer zipped across the path headed uphill and Bhikku took a sharp left and followed. I took the rest of our walk by myself, expecting that he’d rejoin me when he gave up the chase. But I went to our spot by the creek and there was no sign of him. I ducked under the big pine tree and headed uphill to the meadow. No Bhikku. I took a right and went toward the pine woods and called for him. I didn’t hear his tags (or his “bling” as some comic strip called them today). So I headed back to the house. He turned up a few minutes later, panting, thirsty, hungry (it was dinner time after all) and I wished he could have told me all about it.

About the author

I am the author of three novels--THE LAST BIRD OF PARADISE, OLIVER'S TRAVELS, and THE SHAMAN OF TURTLE VALLEY--and three story collections--IN AN UNCHARTED COUNTRY, HOUSE OF THE ANCIENTS AND OTHER STORIES, and WHAT THE ZHANG BOYS KNOW, winner of the Library of Virginia Literary Award for Fiction. I am also the co-founder and former editor of Prime Number Magazine and the editor of the award-winning anthology series EVERYWHERE STORIES: SHORT FICTION FROM A SMALL PLANET.

Comments

  1. >Thanks, Myf. I’ll tell him you said so. I heard wild turkeys when we went out this morning, so maybe there will more adventures later today . . .

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