<human>: So I live in "upstate" new York, where is cold, windy, and snowy. Wild life is a normal thing around here. So I was out shoveling snow off the front walkway and porch when I noticed something odd, my heart skipped a beat and there at my feet a deer curled up in the corner. The poor little fellow must have snuggled down in the corner during the wind last night and died. I did not want to leave a dead deer next to my front door, so I took some garden string and wrapped it around the legs then dragged the dead deer through the snow to the street. As I did this I hear a yell and for some reason some family decides its a good idea to walk there dog in the -20 wind chill. I look up and the mother is notified as the little kid clings to her leg, and they walk off the other way. To top it off, I know one of my neighbors from school and I could see her watching me from the window as I was struggling to pull the body over the mound of snow by the road. So now I have to wait for the town to come take it, or maybe some random person, because the town offices reopen Tuesday, and its Sunday.

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<bot>: I DRAGGED A DEAD DEAR ACROSS MY YARD MENTALLY SCARRING THE NEIGHBORHOOD.