The Deer Family

They were a strange family, the historian remembers. He thought they hid out in the house each of the Novembers. Habit of not leaving during hunting season, he gave a remind. We looked for a photo, and this one is the best we could find. What were their names? I asked, holding my breath, wishing for luck. Baby was fawn, mom was doe, dad, not sure, he said. Maybe buck? Was it a family of deer? I asked, taking a wild guess and a chance. I doubt it, he told us. But my ancestors never got a good glance.