Juvenile Delinquents

A few nights ago I was just about to fall asleep. It was already very late and I had stayed up way to late as it was. So, just as I was about to arrive at dream land I heard a rustling out my bedroom window.

The rustling continued and then more strange sounds… that strange, unique, yet familiar sound. Deer. Deer right out my bedroom window.

Playing.

The nerve! To be playing right there, running around, playing tag, making those strange noises. I got out of bed to watch these inconsiderate rascals. There wasn’t just one, there were about 5 of these little guys. Trouble always runs in groups I tell ya!

And if it’s bad now, just wait until all the crabapples fall to the ground. Then we are seriously in trouble. It’s like a drug to them! Deer drugs hanging in a tree right out my window. Does that make me an accessory to a crime?

Charge me if you want. They can keep me up at night.

Even if they are a bunch of juvenile delinquents.