Plookle the Roo

I peer out my window and happily watch the two deer in my cove play. Plookle makes a sharp turn near the fence, her hooves kicking up a gust of snow and momentarily blocking Saccharina's view. She pauses, thinking, and then makes a U-turn and runs in a wide circle to head off Plookle, who , of course, isn't paying attention, and charges into the ambush. Both collapse into a heap in the snow, and they sit there, covered in the fine white powder and looking dazed until they leap up and start again