My Dad once brought me two antlers he'd found while hiking, telling me that he'd been attacked by a deer and wrestled them from its head. I knew this was a blatant like, but sometimes you have to let parents have their illusions.
It wasn't until many years later that I realized that they were (a) both left antlers, and (b) completely mismatched.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2009-09-10 06:21 pm (UTC)It wasn't until many years later that I realized that they were (a) both left antlers, and (b) completely mismatched.