the woods

if you're like me then you'll understand this : have you ever been slaughtering a reindeer, and it's about negative ten degrees out. then you realize you're not dressed appropriately, and you're going to have to spend the night out in the woods, "wearing" this darn reindeer as a mask and cloak, and drinking his blood? then in the morning, a golfer taps you on the head with a nine iron and asks you to please leave the area. you get up on a golf course and there's news reporters and whatnot shoving microphones into your reindeer mouth. then you dance away in your "reindeer" garb, never to be seen again? i just prance home, roll around in my new carcass, and i say to myself, "who were those people?" "just a bunch of crazies," my reindeer carcass seems to say.