Bambi’s Teeth

For the longest time Bambi’s skull had seemed kind of incomplete. It just didn’t look like a deer skull when i pictured one in my mind. I didn’t even realize what was missing until the dogs brought it to me. All of a sudden Cashew ran across the yard proudly carrying her prize in her mouth. She deposited her prize at my feet for me to examine. I think she was just very proud of her new bone and wanted me to see it. I don’t think she ever intended to give it to me permanently but that’s what happened. I confiscated the teeth she had brought me. It was the missing part of the bambi’s jaw. They were pearly white teeth. This bambi truly was very young and didn’t get to eat much before he died. His teeth weren’t yellow or worn down. It was strange holding another animal’s teeth in my hand. You see, most people look at themselves in one category and animals in another; separate. Perhaps it made it easier to hunt them for food or livestock protection. I looked at myself as another animal. A deer was an animal, my dog was an animal, and i was an animal. We all left tracks, had to poop somewhere, needed food and water to survive, and were greatly affected by temperature. Standing there holding the teeth of the deceased bambi in my hand, i realized that it was once a living thing. I put the teeth with the skull on the porch chair and forbid the dogs to touch them. The bambi was reunited with a few of his teeth.

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