Levi, Mr. Fixit, and I were riding on the highway when I saw an obviously dead animal lying on the shoulder. I said to Mr. Fixit, “Was that a coyote?” (I was very surprised when I learned that coyotes are found in this part of the country. I thought they were only found in the West.) He said he thought it was a baby deer. I began giving Mr. Fixit my “look” so that he wouldn’t mention the baby animal again. I was afraid that Levi would get upset about a hurt baby deer.
Levi, being three years old, asked his usual “why” question. “Why is it on the road?”
Wanting to no upset him, I said, “Maybe he’s taking a nap.”
Levi then offered his opinion. “I think he’s dead.”
So much for tender sensibilities.
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