Around these parts, deer seem to be lurking around every corner, waiting to jump out and play a game of chicken. They rarely stay long in one place, often jutting off after they’ve caused you a fright. But a couple of days ago, one deer decided to stop and pose for me. She calls herself Josephine, queen of Nunner Road. Surrounded by bodyguards, she felt comfortable enough to give a speech. I wasn’t quite sure what she was saying as she spoke in broken English. I did catch a few words like “peace” and “love”.
I hope to see Josephine again and have more time to discuss world politics with her. It seems we might share many things in common.