oh deer!
“Oh dear?” asked Urania. “What on earth is the matter?”
“Not dear… deer!” Thalia swiveled her head from right to left and scanned the yard for more whitetails. “Didn’t you see her — heading south along the tree line?”
“Uh…. no. We have writing to do… and gazing out the window does nothing to get words to appear on the page.” Calliope worried the sticking at her wrist with thumb an
Mares eat oats and does eat oats, and this one might eat your flowers!