Dear, Oh Deer!

For better or for worse they'd pledged upon their wedding day, but all the so called better bits had somehow gone astray. Poor Blue and Joan had lost the zing that matrimony brings, so both sought out a counsellor and hoped he'd patch up things. "I sense you do not spend much time," the counsellor advised, "on doing the together things you both once highly prized. "The best advice that I can give is, spend less time apart. Go find a common interest and that will be a start." While driving home Joan said to Blue, "I know what we can do. Next week when you go hunting dear I'll come along with you." "But Joan you've never seen a deer or ever used a gun, but still if that is what you want I guess it could be fun." The next weekend they set on out and Blue advised his Joan to watch for hunters who may claim a deer that's not their own. With Joan concealed and out of sight Blue showed a lot of nous and circled 'round to chase a deer towards his waiting spouse. Then suddenly he heard a ... BANG! That made his poor ears ring and as he worked towards his wife he heard Joan arguing. Blue saw as he peered through the trees his Joan and some poor dude, both locked into a verbal war; a ding dong all out feud. The bloke then cried "Okay! Okay! You keep the flamin' beast, but may I have the saddle though? Please grant me that at least?"