So after many days of waiting (stupid post office) I received a lovely little package. I thought this must be my handsome deer who arrived in all his splendor. Boy, was I wrong. This little spitfire is nothing short of a grump.
He popped out of the box and demanded to know who I was, where he was, and why I wasn't offering him food already? All with a New England accent I might add.
I thought it best to introduce him to the rest of the squirm. "This is..uh..." He didn't even give me a chance to find out his name before he started firing off questions.
"The name's Ronno. Named after some deer from Disney's Bambi or something like that. So long as I wasn't the wimpy one, I didn't care."
Most of the squirm seemed scared of him. And rightfully so.
Ronno sized them all up, making some rather mean comments about the colors of a few of the boys.
Finally Ronno approached a couple of monsterly looking wyrms.
He thought they looked rather tough. Tough enough to be part of his group.
He's definitely a grumpy little fellow.
And even somewhat smug.





