Doe a Deer: The McKittrick Hotel’s Huntsman’s Ball on New Year’s Eve. Part Two.

So as we left it the little deer had just met one Laszlo Von Glitz, who was out hunting that night at the Sleep No More New Years Eve Huntsman’s Ball at The McKittrick Hotel. The night was cold. The alcohol, which the deer had never had before, was flowing freely…

Laszlo was enjoying himself.

I say, this is good sport, ho ho.

I say, this is good sport, ho ho.

To think, thought Laszlo, thoughtfully, thousands of these meek creatures are killed by motorists every year.

To think, thought Laszlo, thoughtfully, thousands of these meek creatures are killed by motorists every year.

He was starting to feel some sympathy for his new doe friend. (She was funny.)

"Pull my finger! Okay, I'll pull my OWN finger," said the doe. It was forest humor, and for once, everyone laughed.

“Pull my finger! Okay, I’ll pull my OWN finger,” said the doe. It was forest humor, and for once, everyone laughed.

Laszlo watched the actors and actresses sway by in the midst of the bachanallia. One had kissed his doe's neck during the show.The doe thought It was like being back in the forest during muskrat mating season,  so pungent were their scents.

Laszlo watched the actors and actresses sway by in the midst of the bachanallia. One had kissed his doe’s neck during the show.The doe thought It was like being back in the forest during muskrat mating season, so pungent were their scents.

There was much celebration.

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They even met new “friends” together, although the Doe still didn’t quite “get” humans.

Lazlo and the doe met an OBGYN: "I don't believe in doctors," the Doe told Laszlo, not quite soberly. "I'm having my fawns naturally... in the forest."

Lazlo and the doe met an OBGYN: “I don’t believe in doctors,” the Doe told Laszlo, not quite soberly. “I’m having my fawns naturally… in the forest.”

Soon it would be time to go home– the deer perhaps to Central Park where she would snuggle into a shrub– the Huntsman Laszlo to his posh loft.

Laszlo, the hunter du soir, walked home with his catch on his back, just like in the olden days.Damn carriage broke down again!

Laszlo, the hunter du soir, walked home with his catch on his back, just like in the olden days.
Damn carriage broke down again!

The doe never suspected a thing was awry…

The long walk home at 3:30 a.m. All the while, the Huntsman visualized his prize hanging from a hook in his oubliet

The long walk home at 3:30 a.m.
All the while, the Huntsman visualized his prize hanging from a hook in his oubliette.

Yet as he thought of his oubliette, he realized that maybe the doe was a pretty nice friend to have around…

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He decided not to kill her and eat her. They lived happily ever after.

The End.

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