Prose to the survivor of dead deer mate

The skating the pond deer is no more. Took his last glide across the waters and now navigates somewhere in the mist of the heavens. Taking the deer helm he steers the mighty deer ship across billows of clouds with a smirky grin like a possum caught foraging behind a tree. Coupled 40 years with a she deer who had the ways of the wanderer and the charm of a madam without teeth. Together they danced and made music in forest realms surrounding their home spot. Taking deerlets in they mentored, nurtured and soothed till the fawns could run out independently on their own. Though the fur become tainted with gray and silver their impish spirits did not.

Now alone she who wails and beys across the forest alone tis discovering she has to go on and the hagfish deer have gathered with their steely smiles and nice platitudes surrounding her and like Dorthy Parker deer finds she must Resume:

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
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Like a breath of fresh air,

Like a breath of fresh air, really... I will be reading your next story very slowly.

So the reply back came very,

So the reply back came very, very, v------e------r------y slowly...