Off we went, into the wilds of the chase, past a boulder left behind by a glacier at the end of the last Ice Age (I'm quite impressed by the pebbly steps the Ice Age also seems to have left behind, hey ho!) Deeper into the Chase, in search of the mythical deer.
My jeans tucked into my boots to minimise mud stains.
A sign with the number 3 on it!
And, yep, you guessed it, a complete lack of deer. They are definitely a myth, I'm telling you! According to Uncle Terry, the problem was that we'd got cameras with us. Cameras = No Deer. If you haven't got a camera with you, they're practically coming up to swap Christmas Cards.
Maybe the constant shouts of "Daddy, Uncle Terry, Wait for MEEEEE!" and "One, Two, Three, WHEEEEEEEEE!" might have had something to do with the deer's absence too. Maybe.
|One, Two, Three, Wheeeeeeee!|
So in the end, Ms Squeaky had to improvise, and do her best impression of a deer with a couple of handy sticks. What do you think?
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