Of course, when Hick discovered last week that he'd lost his head, he was a little bit sad. At one time, he was pretty attached to his head. He's asked for it for Christmas one year, and The Pony and I bought it for him at an indoor flea market. The Pony had to show me where to find Hick's head. But I'm the one who asked for it, and paid the bill. $65 for Hick's head! I think he was worth it. He'd been wanting a head for a long time.
I have pictures. You might not want to look at them. Hick's head is lost, but it's not gone. The pictures show the carnage. If you have a weak constitution, you may not want to look. Or you might want to make sure you're sitting down, and have some smelling salts strapped around your neck so if you fall over, they may land near your nostrils and revive you. We'll start with the tale of Hick's head, so you can mentally prepare yourself, and decide on whether you want to see the pictures.
"I went down to my cabin, and there was crumbs of stuff all over the floor! Then I saw what it was! I guess them mice down there have eat my deer head! The nose and antlers was on the floor!"
"Was the head still on the wall?"
"Some of it."
Later that night, I hollered up the stairwell: "If you go down to the creek, send me a picture of your mouse head. I mean DEER head! Eaten by the mice!"
It took a while. I guess maybe Hick had to recover from the trauma. Here come the pics.
Has Hick been reading romance novels on the sly? I asked him, and at first he denied having a book down there. Maybe because I accused it of being pr0n. Pic means it happened! He was looking within seconds. Said it was a western! About a man who married a woman who sent for her daughter, who the man's buddy wanted to marry his son. Pretty quick with that synopsis. I might believe him...
Okay. Get ready. Here comes the head! Hick took it outside on the porch for the photo.
I don't know if Hick will want another head.