deer are brown
andd beautiful with horns of different sizes. i like deer. they can run real fast get chasesd y predators live near water theres a dear farm near my academy. dear pelt is brown and white.
headlights, I hate headlights they always catch me off guard like a deer caught in the headlight I freeze, enter a trance it feels good until the crash! Boom I knew something was up, I heard about it f
The deer dashed from the dense shrubbery along the right side of Highway 2 in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. The night was dark and rainy, and the deer was but a brief silhouette of life frozen in my dim Ford Explorer headlights. Then, we were both gone as quickly as we had crossed. My heart thumped with the weight of what felt like the iron-ore-mine-explosions I have felt while sitting on the living room floor of my grandparents single-story ranch house in Ishpeming, Michigan.
There it was. A deer. Walking across the street. So demure. So innocent. The way it gracefully glides across the street caused my mouth to gape open with shock. Then I realized I was driving straight for it. There it was. A deer.
-A deer hit me.
-You hit a deer?!
-NO! A deer hit me!
-That’s absurd.
-Hear me out, I was on my way to the chiropractor to pick up Elsie. I was taking a short cut through the woods because there’s too much construct on 176. And out of no were, a deer came charging at the side of my Lexus. And it hit me.
-Oh damn! Was the deer alright?
-The deer?! MY LEXUS!!!
-*makes face*
i wanna shoot that thing right in the face. i want a big one mounted on my wall with a 12-point spread that makes you want to slap your mama… yeah thats the good stff. I want to go to the ranch and go hunting when it’s balls cold outside like has been happening out there since damn well the dawn of time. Thats the shit, right there.
The headlights were blinding. It was coming faster, speeding up. It was foggy, but why couldn’t that inebriated driver see me. Was I wearing clothes too dark or was I too small. I know I was visible. So that was certainly not the case. Maybe they should have a sign, small girls crossing the road, instead of that deer picture.
OH DEER GOD. I can’t even think of anything other than that for this word. OH DEER GOD. Also, I thought of Lily and Snape. Doe. Doe. A deer. A female deer. I don’t know. Who knows? Oh. Also, I hate the deer here because the tourists are incapable of just letting them wander the side of the road in peace. They’ll stop and stare and take pictures of them. Ack.
The deer jumped out infront of the car causing me to swirve. The sound of my blood rushing through my ears was the only sound as the adrenaline coursed through my body. Tires burning, breaks squealing.
once upon a time my mom’s car was hit by a deer. No you didn’t read that wrong. She did not hit a deer, the deer ran into her car, rolled across her hood and feel on the asphalt. The deer broke one of his legs and the police officers argued who could shoot it. They hate deer in new Jersey so much that they love
Bambi a lovely young deer is galloping across the meadow when suddenly everything is dark and cold “Oh deer!” he thought. Then a big pineapple popped out and ate him. GOBBLE, GOBBLE, GOBBLE! NOM, NOM, NOM!
deer signify fear
I alway think of deer in the headlights
something that catches you totally off guard
your first reaction to a massive turn of events is fear and really no reaction
you are still processing the event as your eyes grow huge and heart starts pounding
The road is glittered with blood from the mangled body. It brought whole new meaning to the term “deer caught in headlights”. The windshield is cracked with the head of the passenger halfway through it.
deer, as in animal, do a horns things. well once my brother was hunting and he was in car just sitting. and a deer totally rammed into the side, and the deer died. i know. it is so sad. i love animals, and deers are okay… not as good as koala bears.
I like deer and they eat grass, i think. and they are brown and i like to look at them dont shoot them please, your an asshole if you do. deer are friendly yay i like them alot they are bambies!
It’s funny that “deer” is both a singular and plural noun. “Moose” is another one. You know what falls under that category that surprises me? Danish. Look it up. Danish (in reference to the pastry) is the plural of danish. I’m having trouble coming up with others, but I know there are many.
The deer was visible from windowsill where mother sat sipping her mint tea. Shrouded in snow and flurries the deer caught her eye and froze. Mother took a sip of her tea and the deer was gone.
white deer, ghost creatures, floating antlers above the rolling grassland. Mist lacing the hills, they dip in and out of existence, a medieval fairy tale brought to romantic, mysterious life…
deers hit cars. its what they do- a right of passage for the woodland barbarians. if they survive their accident, they can go on to adulthood and maybe to full-on leader of the pack.
warning triangle, edged in red, battered and rusted round the edges. this is the point on the drive where i always start to worry. worry about what you might say, do, or think when i arrive, yet again, wearing my hair up and looking miserable.
Dead and bleeding – meat for now and then for later. Sweet life release into the air and consumed to survive. A sacrifice of one creation only to allow another to prosper. A fight to the finish which results in one carcase and one more day to live.
Those fragile little animals. Cute, always found as the unfortunate accidents. They’re the picture of innocence. Little fawns are the inspiration of their color, fawn brown.
The deer in the road caused the car to swerve. It hit a massive oak tree. The two people in it: unconscious. Three years together and they never told each other how they felt. Three years being best friends and it was too late to say those three simple words. The boy and the girl. They loved each other for three years, but neither knew. It was too late.
He stood like a deer in the headlights, unable to look away, unable to blink, frozen pelvis, and sang. After a fashion. What was he so petrified about. Shat childhood memory held him in his grip, as he purported to love performing, but singularly failed to connect.
a deer is an animal. deer are animals. it’s the same word when plural and when singular. they ruin my mom’s yard. it sounds like the word dear even though they are completely different words. a male deer is a buck. a baby deer is a fawn. i had a beanie baby deer once. it was my favorite. deer are cute.
Big eyes. Like a deer. That’s the first thing I thought when I met her. She has big brown eyes and a devious smile and she looks at me like she knows every thought that has been or ever will be inside my head. She looks powerful and she looks nothing like that other girl I used to date and that’s what I like most of all.
The deer in the headlights is such a wonderful song. But, it’s not even about a deer in the headlights. It’s about a girl that some guy likes. It’s by Owl City which is a one man band. YAY. I dont know what else to type about deers..except that there are too many of them.
beautiful, fast. one of the universe’s greatest creations. gentle. good for sustenance. sturdy. soft. bug invested carries lyme disease
deer are brown
andd beautiful with horns of different sizes. i like deer. they can run real fast get chasesd y predators live near water theres a dear farm near my academy. dear pelt is brown and white.
headlights, I hate headlights they always catch me off guard like a deer caught in the headlight I freeze, enter a trance it feels good until the crash! Boom I knew something was up, I heard about it f
The deer dashed from the dense shrubbery along the right side of Highway 2 in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. The night was dark and rainy, and the deer was but a brief silhouette of life frozen in my dim Ford Explorer headlights. Then, we were both gone as quickly as we had crossed. My heart thumped with the weight of what felt like the iron-ore-mine-explosions I have felt while sitting on the living room floor of my grandparents single-story ranch house in Ishpeming, Michigan.
There it was. A deer. Walking across the street. So demure. So innocent. The way it gracefully glides across the street caused my mouth to gape open with shock. Then I realized I was driving straight for it. There it was. A deer.
-A deer hit me.
-You hit a deer?!
-NO! A deer hit me!
-That’s absurd.
-Hear me out, I was on my way to the chiropractor to pick up Elsie. I was taking a short cut through the woods because there’s too much construct on 176. And out of no were, a deer came charging at the side of my Lexus. And it hit me.
-Oh damn! Was the deer alright?
-The deer?! MY LEXUS!!!
-*makes face*
Oh dear lord savior of all that is holy! What does that mean? I believe in a greater being but not a man on a cloud pointing and judging his children.
i wanna shoot that thing right in the face. i want a big one mounted on my wall with a 12-point spread that makes you want to slap your mama… yeah thats the good stff. I want to go to the ranch and go hunting when it’s balls cold outside like has been happening out there since damn well the dawn of time. Thats the shit, right there.
The headlights were blinding. It was coming faster, speeding up. It was foggy, but why couldn’t that inebriated driver see me. Was I wearing clothes too dark or was I too small. I know I was visible. So that was certainly not the case. Maybe they should have a sign, small girls crossing the road, instead of that deer picture.
a kind of an animal .bamby’s dad.very meek when young. a lamb represents christianty.people put deer’s head stuffed over their doors
OH DEER GOD. I can’t even think of anything other than that for this word. OH DEER GOD. Also, I thought of Lily and Snape. Doe. Doe. A deer. A female deer. I don’t know. Who knows? Oh. Also, I hate the deer here because the tourists are incapable of just letting them wander the side of the road in peace. They’ll stop and stare and take pictures of them. Ack.
The deer jumped out infront of the car causing me to swirve. The sound of my blood rushing through my ears was the only sound as the adrenaline coursed through my body. Tires burning, breaks squealing.
once upon a time my mom’s car was hit by a deer. No you didn’t read that wrong. She did not hit a deer, the deer ran into her car, rolled across her hood and feel on the asphalt. The deer broke one of his legs and the police officers argued who could shoot it. They hate deer in new Jersey so much that they love
deer in headlights.
that’s what it feels like.
they tell me the answer
give the diagnosis
and leave me standing there
immovable
terrified
and just about dead
everybody was kong fu fighting. lolololo
.(- )>
/–\ <— supposed to be a dear
you shoot it and many people keep their heads for Trophies. Oh and they have four legs, hooves and horns?
hey deer. ‘ what are we having for dinner ? ‘
the deer looks up ‘ we are having venice, that is why i am at your kitchen table ‘
‘ sorry has been a little off lately ‘
his wife ‘ what did you say dear? ‘
‘ i know how to spell it now ‘
:) X
Bambi a lovely young deer is galloping across the meadow when suddenly everything is dark and cold “Oh deer!” he thought. Then a big pineapple popped out and ate him. GOBBLE, GOBBLE, GOBBLE! NOM, NOM, NOM!
deer signify fear
I alway think of deer in the headlights
something that catches you totally off guard
your first reaction to a massive turn of events is fear and really no reaction
you are still processing the event as your eyes grow huge and heart starts pounding
The road is glittered with blood from the mangled body. It brought whole new meaning to the term “deer caught in headlights”. The windshield is cracked with the head of the passenger halfway through it.
deer, as in animal, do a horns things. well once my brother was hunting and he was in car just sitting. and a deer totally rammed into the side, and the deer died. i know. it is so sad. i love animals, and deers are okay… not as good as koala bears.
i once saw an albino deer. it was really weird for two reasons. 1. it was right next to the chesapeake bay, and 2. it was albino. :)
tenderness…
had this one already, furry bouncy runny scaredy things that apparently taste good
I like deer and they eat grass, i think. and they are brown and i like to look at them dont shoot them please, your an asshole if you do. deer are friendly yay i like them alot they are bambies!
Deer thing again?? Why is it always this one word? this is quite strange! You know what i am going to do? Write about a new word!
Peacock
So interesting and colourful! :D And now my time is up.
It’s funny that “deer” is both a singular and plural noun. “Moose” is another one. You know what falls under that category that surprises me? Danish. Look it up. Danish (in reference to the pastry) is the plural of danish. I’m having trouble coming up with others, but I know there are many.
The deer was visible from windowsill where mother sat sipping her mint tea. Shrouded in snow and flurries the deer caught her eye and froze. Mother took a sip of her tea and the deer was gone.
The deer prances through the majestic gardens of hope. that is sooooooo weird! it sounded so poetic! YEEHAAW! Go team! We all had fun
white deer, ghost creatures, floating antlers above the rolling grassland. Mist lacing the hills, they dip in and out of existence, a medieval fairy tale brought to romantic, mysterious life…
deers hit cars. its what they do- a right of passage for the woodland barbarians. if they survive their accident, they can go on to adulthood and maybe to full-on leader of the pack.
warning triangle, edged in red, battered and rusted round the edges. this is the point on the drive where i always start to worry. worry about what you might say, do, or think when i arrive, yet again, wearing my hair up and looking miserable.
Dead and bleeding – meat for now and then for later. Sweet life release into the air and consumed to survive. A sacrifice of one creation only to allow another to prosper. A fight to the finish which results in one carcase and one more day to live.
Those fragile little animals. Cute, always found as the unfortunate accidents. They’re the picture of innocence. Little fawns are the inspiration of their color, fawn brown.
The deer in the road caused the car to swerve. It hit a massive oak tree. The two people in it: unconscious. Three years together and they never told each other how they felt. Three years being best friends and it was too late to say those three simple words. The boy and the girl. They loved each other for three years, but neither knew. It was too late.
He stood like a deer in the headlights, unable to look away, unable to blink, frozen pelvis, and sang. After a fashion. What was he so petrified about. Shat childhood memory held him in his grip, as he purported to love performing, but singularly failed to connect.
forest brown trees pinecones grass bambi john beer ruidoso mountains cabins rootbeer eat spots sun fog
a deer is an animal. deer are animals. it’s the same word when plural and when singular. they ruin my mom’s yard. it sounds like the word dear even though they are completely different words. a male deer is a buck. a baby deer is a fawn. i had a beanie baby deer once. it was my favorite. deer are cute.
Big eyes. Like a deer. That’s the first thing I thought when I met her. She has big brown eyes and a devious smile and she looks at me like she knows every thought that has been or ever will be inside my head. She looks powerful and she looks nothing like that other girl I used to date and that’s what I like most of all.
The deer in the headlights is such a wonderful song. But, it’s not even about a deer in the headlights. It’s about a girl that some guy likes. It’s by Owl City which is a one man band. YAY. I dont know what else to type about deers..except that there are too many of them.