The tiger was trying to eat the deer but the deer kicked the tiger in the face and flew away with warm wings. The deer 🦌 jumped up and down and pooped on the tigers swollen face. He survived that fateful night. The tiger ran after the floating deer. And the deer flew on. The tiger soon got tired and sat down, rubbing the stinky poo of his face. His prey is gone, but he still has this. As for the deer. He flew to Santa 🎅 and became part of the pack as dasher the dashing deer.

Good day.