I was a young buck residing in the forests of eastern Connecticut. By the time I had grown to a medium sized, 7 point deer, I was shot and killed by a skilled woodsman while gathering vegetables for my family. After death, my body was consumed, my head stuffed. Instead of being given a spot on the wall of the skilled woodsman's home, I was sent to the Mansfield Flea Market, where I was sold for a grand total of twenty dollars to Schuyler Stone. Schuyler has taken me with him in his travels to Allston, Massachussetts, where I reside on the wall of his bedroom. Life is great now - sometimes I get to dress up in sunglasses or ties. Schuyler also asked me to star in his first color short film, "Oh, Deer!" to which I gleefully obliged. I am often a hit at parties, and I keep watch over Schuyler's room while he is out. I might even go so far as to say, life in Allston is better than in the forests of eastern Connecticut!
