Kolaf Kaboodle
As much as I hate to admit it, mum was right – I have gotten used to the deer head. I think it’s almost cruel to keep referring to him as “the deer head” when he’s got just as much right to be here as I do, and after all he can’t help being what he is, and he sure as anything is as stuck in Robert’s Creek as I am. And (as strange as it sounds), he does grow on you. I now know that I’m (dare I say it?) ‘home’ when I see the deer head, because there’s no other place in Robert’s Creek with a deer head that I know of. To make up for my rude behavior to him upon arrival, I have named the patient fellow Kolaf Kaboodle, because he looks threatening when you meet him (like Count Olaf from A Series of Unfortunate Events), but unlike the Count, is actually harmless. I will call him Kolaf for short, if I ever need to call him, that is.
PS: Mum is thrilled that I’ve warmed up to Kolaf. She’s welcomed him to the family by putting a ceremonial garland of forget-me-nots round his neck. Brings out his eyes, she says.
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