So I drew this dippy deer (it’s either got its head on the wrong way or someone has just shouted its name: “Hey, Bambi!”), and days later I actually saw one dash by me, while running on a trail in Mississippi. Coincidence?
Naturally it scared the bejesus out of me, as I am a sheltered city girl. Anyway, later in the run I’m pretty sure I saw a wombat. Did I mention I’m not going to get the Junior Naturalist merit badge any time soon?
And then a cocker spaniel chased me for a while.