Chased by a Pet Deer

It looked a calamity when it was happening, but in retrospect if someone had made a video of us, it would have looked funny being chased by a deer. No one was there to record it though.

One moment my daughter Nola and I were standing near an apple tree taking down apples, and the next moment both of us ran. We dashed to the kitchen door. We were just in time to escape the horns of our pet deer. The odious creature kept patrolling the door so that we wouldn’t go outside again.

 My (late) husband R had brought home a baby deer to be kept as a pet. My children and I were happy to acquire him. We took turns in feeding and looking after him. Days followed days as we watched him grow.

The children’s winter holidays drew nearer, and R told us to come and spend them with him. He had been away from us for quite some time. We only saw him once or twice a month when he was granted leave. We had to leave our beloved pet at home. The time with R passed quickly like a dream, and we were back home again.

Meanwhile our pet had drawn closer to our help, and had forgotten us. One bad habit taught to the deer was butting his head. I told the man he shouldn’t do it, but on the quiet he continued with the vile habit.

As the deer grew, his horns had come out. When he would see us, he would lower his head to charge us. I waited for R to come, and decide what to do with him. Meanwhile once the deer was out in the grounds we couldn’t come out. It had become dangerous.

The day Nola and I were gathering apples to store them, we didn’t know that the deer was out and about. In the end we gave him away to a zoo.
DAILY PROMPT:  Retrospectively Funny

Tell us about a situation that was not funny at all while it was happening, but that you now laugh about whenever you remember it.

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