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A Deer in The Headlights

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The sky was ashen with dark clouds
As sheets of rain shot down on the roof of our car.
“Plop, plop, plop.”
All around us the air smelled of wet pavement and dirt.


It was 8:30 p.m in Autumn.
Addy and I were bickering in the backseat,
Without a warning mom turned of the radio and cried
“Please, we are almost home. Stop yelling at each other!”


She was right,
We were almost home.
But mom’s warning did nothing to dispel our yelling.
We were now screaming at each other
As the rain pounded loud and hard


We kept rambling.
All off a sudden a deer sauntered into the middle of the road.
It was almost like it was conjured up out of air.
The ungulant animal stood frozen, perturbed
It’s glowing eyes stared down our wet, jet black car.


“Errrrr!”
The car made an awful din.
In the heat of the moment,
Mom swerved off the road
Nearly hitting the deer,
Who was now dashing into the woods.
We ended up in a deep, dark, ditch.


That night I learned that it was best
Not to distract mom while she is driving.
From that day on,
I have tried to not argue with my sister as much
As to avoid the whole problem again.




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TheFlashNatalie said...
today at 7:33 pm
Great Lesson.
 
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