It’s been foggy lately. In the mornings. Haven’t seen any deer lately, though. Maybe someone told them about hunting season.
Deer 1: WTFBBQ!!1!
Deer 2: Yep.
Deer 1: What about the salt lick?
Deer 2: [Nods slowly.]
Deer 1: Whoa.
A hearse passed me on my way to work yesterday morning, and I was already speeding. Its license plate number indicated it was licensed in a town upriver. Then a whole pod of cars with plates from the same town, about a dozen of them, sped past too. My mind was occupied trying to figure that one out the rest of the way to the office.
I figure they were all late to a funeral, but the hearse too? They’re not going to start without you, dude.
Maybe he stole the body and the others were trying to catch him. Leave your theories in the comments.