Yesterday my daughter called me at work and told me that she was driving on a street and a deer ran into Barney. She said that she didn't hit the deer; it hit her by running right into the side of her car. It was the middle of the day on a city street. She said the deer got up and pranced away. I laughed. I didn't think it sounded too terrible.
Then she said that it did some damage to her door and she couldn't roll the window up.
She sent me these pictures of her car. I kind of feel bad for laughing now.
Poor Barney. He doesn't look so good.