Boog’s ears twitched. He looked back at the road fading away behind them. There, struggling in the dust cloud of the truck, was a sight that would make any deer hunter drop his gun. It was a mule deer, but not a majestic, regal one. This deer had one antler broken off halfway, leaving him looking lopsided and ridiculous. He was galloping awkwardly, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
Boog shook his head. "Good riddance," he muttered.
Would you like this expanded into a full short story or reimagined as a song lyric or poem? open season elliot on truck
Open season, indeed.
Boog scooted away, pressing his back against the cab of the truck. "You can't be here," Bog growled low and serious. "This is my ride. My life. You are wild. I am... domesticated." Boog’s ears twitched
But Elliot was not easily discouraged.
This traumatic, humorous moment is the genesis of the friendship between the loudmouthed deer and the pampered bear, driving them to take on Shaw and the rest of the hunters later in the film. Legacy of the Scene It was a mule deer, but not a majestic, regal one
He wasn’t supposed to be there. But that was the point.