Thought of a winter tale via my old folks. One night they were up late looking at the moonlight shining on the new fallen snow. The six deer that like to devour their shrubbery during their nightly treks were frolicking on the lawn.
All of a sudden the big old buck mounted a sweet, petite young doe.
Mother was outraged! "I wanted to go out there and tell him to get off her... the dirty old... Hmmmph!"
To which I replied... "Not a good idea Mumsy. You could have been next."
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