I don’t think my eyes work right, sometimes. I mean, how else can you explain it? How’d a deer suddenly appear in the middle of the restaurant otherwise? I was minding my own business, scrubbing down the deep fryer, when I hear a table get not-so-graciously toppled. I nearly had a heart attack, I was certain it was a robber.
Now, deer are common in this part of the country, sure. But how’d it even get in? The door’s locked. No windows were broken or anything. I put my washcloth down on the deep fryer and stepped over to the front counter.
“Where you going?”
The voice came from directly behind me. I turned around. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“Why’d you stop cleaning?”
I looked around once more, still not seeing anything out of the ordinary.
“Uh, a deer’s broken into the store. Who are you, exactly?”
“Oh, I’m Wari.”
“O-ok. But, where are you?”
“Huh? You see some other deep fryer in front of you?”
I looked back at the deer for a second. Was I dreaming? I pinched myself, to no avail.