Mother is most upset. She said I could have been killed, or worst yet, gotten Diesel killed. The small child made us a path in the snow - we had a big storm yesterday. It completely buries us. We cannot make it out into the yard. That didn't stop me tonight. Mother heard a lot of commotion and came outside. I was chasing a buck, with one antler, around the garden. The snow was up to his shoulders, and I was buried in it, but I didn't care. I jumped head first into the snow so I could get him. I ran as hard as I could and almost nipped his legs before he jumped away. Diesel was stuck behind me, not as agile as I, and he was buried in a drift by now. Mother came out and the buck walked up to her, looking over his shoulder at me. She told him he better jump the fence, and so he did. We still won't come in and Momma says when we do, there will be no treats.
Wow, boys! That's a lot of snow. We're still waiting for ours. It just keeps passing over us. Stay warm, boys, and listen to your mother!
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