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To: melinda abplanalp who wrote (34557)8/9/1999 9:36:00 PM
From: Gauguin  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
Her snoot was orange from sticking it into a bag of Cheetohs she had dragged off the camp table. It was quite a contrast ~ here I was standing three feet from a good sized deer ~ saucer brown eyes and ears as big as corn-ears are long, but wider; the same dark brown as her eyes. They look like rabbits, their ears are so big. Actually, their heads look almost exactly like kangaroos; but with big, wide bunny ears. They flip them like giant flags on standards. When they hold them up, they look like hai-lai catchers. Big skunk cabbage leaves. Tobacco leaves.

So she lifts her face out of the sack as I pull it away, and looks up at me ~ I'm so close I could touch her; and as I look at her dark features her nostrils are sniffing away, opening and closing in a field of orange styro-dust. Like she's been oversprayed. She trying to learn anything about me with her nose. Not a chance. Nature runs head-on into psychedelic chemistry.

There's no mistaking the color of Cheetohs Orange. It's no wonder she's about to hyperventilate; I don't see how she could smell anything with a muff full of American Food Chemicals; two little flaring nostrils in a fur of orange Muppet shag. (How is she going to wash that off?)

I told her this wasn't any good for her. That she was a victim. A victim of a whorribly skewed culture of food merchandising.

In the evolution of deer, I doubt FDA Yellow Number One and Red Number Two was a prominent factor. Even a remote factor.

"That stuff might fill you up, but you'll feel horrible about yourself honey. You can't make baby's milk out of Cheetohs."

I picture fawns with white spots and Mowhawk sprockets of orange.

Holding up campers.