Marian -vs- Thunderhoof

Do not be fooled, as much as my friend Marian swears that she is going to blast that pesky deer, she has a soft spot for him too. It just bugs me that for some reason all the women seem to have a thing for him. It is sickening.
I remember the first time she came to camp. It was summer and I was hoping that crazy deer would stay away, but noooo... he showed up. When Bob and I pulled up to the Indian Mound she was checking out, there the two of them stood. Marian waved and I saw she was feeding that stupid varmint something. Oh, she had come prepared... she had a whole pocket full of sugar cubes. Petting and fawning over him, scratching his neck, petting him. Thunderhoof gave his familiar grunt-snicker and disappeared into the woods. Marian just smiled and thought it was funny. So do not be fooled, she might blast him but the odds are that she will just feed him more sugar cubes.