I saw the first deer, and I braked. In fact, I braked hard. I missed the first deer, or, rather, it missed me, and all should have been dandy.
Unfortunatly, I did not see the second deer (and it seems unlikely that the second deer saw me.)
I’m fine. My car is not.
I hope the deer is dead (because otherwise it suffered a slow and angonizing death.)
God-damn deer. God-damn deer. God-damn deer.
