Wednesday, 22 September 2010

Road Kill

I watched in sickened shock as the crimson blood oozed from his legs like liquid velvet. The syrupy consistency made me think of pancakes. But I quickly remembered not to think of pancakes and instead be more concerned with the baby deer bleeding slowly and excruciatingly to death on my kitchen floor. Then I thought of Bambi and how it always struck me as bizarre that a deer could have a rabbit for a friend. There was no rabbit to be seen here. The deer was dying alone, with no-one to comfort it apart from me, an unsympathetic killer of small animals.

I'd hit it on the road turning into my driveway and had been so surprised to see a deer in the city that I almost forgot to be concerned at all. But, heartless as I was, I was definitely not accustomed to dealing with roadkill in the presence of my neighbours; so I scooped the bloody mess of bones, fur and skin into my arms and carried it into the kitchen. Which is where it lay now, it's hind leg bent at an awkward angle and pointing towards it's right ear.

I wasn't really sure what to do. Most people would have panicked and called the RSPCA, but I just stood by the sink watching it quiver and convulse like an awkward, electrified toy. Right it was time to act. I opened to kictchen cupboard to find a blanket; as we kept clean laundry in the kitchen in those days, space saving was the reason I think.

I gingerly placed the pale blue blanket over the deer - Bambi; I had christened the mess in my head. It turned brown instantly as the sticky gloop soaked through. Oh dear, I hadn't achieved much at all aside from ruining my pale blue blanket.

There must be something to do. Kill it? Put it out of its insufferable misery? No, I wouldn't want to bloody anymore of my possessions with brain pulp. What could be done then? I supposed I would have to leave it to die alone in the kitchen, Grand Designs was on soon anyway and I needed to catch the episode for space saving, laundry storage tips.

He'd clear it up for me when he got home. He doesn't like a messy house.

Written by an Elf x

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