My Brush With Death And A Deer

It was a wonderfully cool night. The setting sun painted the skies a plethora of purple, orange, and pink—a truly picturesque scene. My friend and I were walking back from dinner in carefree conversation, laughing and enjoying each other's company while the breeze wisped by petting my skin.

We neared the tunnel which connected East Campus with Main. The sound of voices echoed in my ears and the volume of a whisper was increased greatly. Words were bouncing everywhere within my range, and as we neared the end, they faded into the distance like the end of a track on a CD—slowly fading until inaudible.

My friend and I parted ways, and I walked along the curb of the wall. I looked down and saw that I was nearly 4 feet off the ground walking on a stone ridge. I heard footsteps in the distance that sounded like a horse racing toward me. I quickly turned around and, to my surprise, a doe leapt at least 5 feet away from me, landed on the concrete walkway, then proceeded to gallop across the street into the forest.

I don't know where that deer came from, but where ever it is, I'm sure that Mr. Green Mantis is there living his peaceful life in solitude. This encounter may have been another connection the long lost friend that consoled me in my darkest hours. I hope you make it to Mr. Green Mantis. Let him know that I miss him, and that I hope all is well.

Note:
The friend I walked back with from dinner is indeed a human being, not an insect or wild animal. All the events which this story contained are true.