This white dear had antlers, althouh small stubs at first one could figure it had something to do with demographic phenomena and steriods, eighter way there we wer together, having seen that photo once with the two of us together at Disneyland Canada where mother dear use to visit once in a great white while.

This story goes on and that when mother dear had us both in that crib together, our cage rattled us so we hated it truly, also cause we had to share everything, the worse part wer that our makeshift bottle with which had only one nipple on it, I distinctly remember white dear was stronger and more like a hog about sharing.

Later as I grew, to understand life better, and showen another photo, that nipple looked as though it wer attached to a big black innertube and with a lable that read Steriods for white dear only and so I did keep that picture to this day! It was when we both climbed up and over that crib at the sametime, only to fall over, out of our crib tree house on down to the snow topped ground below! I landed on a sled upside-down with my little legs wigglein', white dear wer not so lucky and it wer tha last time I would see her, rolling down that snow covered mountian and stright off a mountian ledge, and to me up-side down this looked something like she wer falling off a white cloud with legs stright-out, as I like to remember my twin white dear with those stubby antalers, white ears, in my lovin' memory, slidin' directly up to Heaven on wings like a dove.

Now you may think this story is about white dear's fate or how the sled I fell onto had managed to slide up a fallen tree covered with icey snow, to launch me up-up into a tree limb to catch and save my life enough to tell you my story after infancy; Right! or about Mother Dear - Wrong!

This story is about - an hour - NO! No! only jokein' with you! This story is about College Life, a time that would come to embarrass me and you forever. I had been rejected at most University campus institutions and well, untill, I wrote my own acceptance letter to alpha batta recycle institute for rejects, after... our Idiot student's High School stamped us - 'UNFINISHED' and where this story begins.

Homeless and parrentless was a difficult time in my yout-full life, when a fleged frat had to undertake serious initiation requests for to belong and I wanted to belong to any - anyone, should want to have a idiodic, dimwited, wonder, like myself for a member into a wild stupidity Frat Order.

My day had come and their first request seemed odd and somewhat easy, a real snap! Floating into my tree-house crib like a little paper plane - letter, just to land onto my pillow, your requested order is, as I read it to say :( a little smugged ): Go to mc donalds and there to purchase a wopper, fries, a coke and consume in one hour, then do prove it!

Off to that corner fast food place requested and I ordered same as requested, only! I had only fourteen cents and the 'voice from that order -box asked me to pay at the window 99cents in US money, only! I replyed: "Hold that a min." when just then Donald drove up! I asked if I could borrow his new bike to get the rest of the money I needed and he said: "if only you make it fast" Off I went and around the block, when I'd spot Mac there! I asked for 85 cents, when Mac said he would take that bike for it! I said: Ok! and ran back to the window and when, Donald asked: "did you get your money"? I noded and paid for that previous order held! When Donald asked: "where did you park my bike" I said: "I thought you said I could get the rest of the money I needed with your bike"! What! What! You did What? At just that moment the window opened, the server handed me a box, not the useual box, as this box was a sealed plexie -glass box with the food suspended in mid air like it floated on anti-gravity in that box and stuck motionless, I only had one hour, too open and eat the entire contents! What was I to do and how could I repay Donald?

Running past Donald fast with a "Please I'll take care of you later" when I heard the window server shout "you should have read the fine print" When Donald laughing loudly:"serves you right" Not knowing what else to do I stoped at a hardwhare store and inside, grabed a hammer, pounded till the clerk asked:"I hope you intend to pay for that hammer?" shakein'

That letter actually read: Go see Mc Donald, he will purchase a wopper, fries, "the co is for me" I'll, in one hour, pay for it" "Do enter the Contest" mom

I felt faint, hit the floor fast, shortly - I came to and when Mother Dear called me wake-up son! Shaking me gently and My dream was now over! :) Hee! hee!

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About the author: Perry Campanella is a Journalist for Orato News, Poet for poetry.com, poetrypoem.com, wild.com and has had works published in the Library of Congress, is currently working on new Literary Projects for Worldwide Publishing In. As a satire writer is sought after by Igotnewsforyou.com.

I write for fun and have been at it for Thirty-Five Years.

Email: percmpnl@bellsouth.net

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