I know it may be very difficult to believe, but you're just going to have to take my word for it. I was driving home from my Mother's house on Christmas eve, keeping my eye out for pedestrians, deer, and other animals of smaller bulk (size), when a flock (a goup of reindeer would usually be called a herd, but since these were flying, I thought it more appropriate to call them a flock) of reindeer, pulling a sleigh, came flying right at me from the other direction. Well, not exactly right at me. They were coming towards me, but they were probably about ten feet off the ground. Which, as far as I'm concerned, is still way to low to be flying. Particularly when they were pulling a sleigh with crazy fat guy in a red suit yelling Ho! Ho Ho!
So, of course, I panicked, drove off the road and onto someone's lawn, where I managed to just miss a life size plastic Santa lawn ornament. I probably should have stopped and apologized for the tire tracks I left on the lawn, but I was quite perturbed at the time, and began ground pursuit of that UFO (unidentified flying object), as the Air Force would probably be calling it.
Anyhow, I chased the sight of them through a good part of New London County for most of the night, but I was never able to catch up to them. I finally had to give up and head on home. And just when I was maybe half a mile from my final destination, those damn reindeer found me. They snuck up from behind me, so I never saw them coming. I heard this explosive Ho! Ho! Ho!, and then suddenly it was raining reindeer poop. At least I had my windows up, but I have to tell you, windshield wipers just do not help in this particular situation.
I'll tell ya' this much, if I ever run into those reindeer again, I'm going to be eating venison for a reeeaaalllyyy long time.
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