DEER ONE

Slayer.  Not hunter, though there was a movie entitled that as well.  I kinda prefer slayer.

Not a hunter, I have some trouble with killing wildlife.  I know all about thinning out the herds and the necessity, much like how fires are good for forests.  But I don't approve of them either.

Now, if you want to shoot blackbirds, sparrows, grackles, pigeons, even doves--fire when ready.  Thin those babies and don't forget crows.  The bigger the better.

So, I guess, I'm saying I'm selective in what I wouldn't mind hunters plugging. I could make a more exhaustive list, but I've probably already angered some readers by my inclusion of doves.  But they wake me up with their constant cooing.

But the dear I saw yesterday at the pool... Ok, I'll tell you about her since you insist.  I pointed her out to my wife who agreed.  Not that she was a dear, but he had no shape whatsoever. 

She wasn't bony at all.  But in a small bikini, she showed no curves; not a one.  Straight up and down and all around. Yet, as I said, she was no Twiggy.  There was plenty of meat on those bones.  The meat just clung, shapelessly.

I'm tempted to end with,"Oh, dear," but I'll just say when she left,she put on some top and some beachwear pants and looked good. So maybe she was like Twiggy who looked pretty good as a model and as she got older looked better still.

But that shape.  Or lack thereof.