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Show Deer Hunt 10 opened a testicle. First a pinkish«-white slit. Then with a push he opened it vide. "Hey look," he whispered, as he carefully lifted a small chunk of undefinable grey matter on the tip of his knife. "Yeah," and we bent closer as Dog dipped the knife in deeper, then flicked a piece smack into my face. "Sonofabitch! Yuck!" I wiping furiously not so much for the substance but for the idea. And Dog and Harry laughed, and I laughed. Then. "Hey Dog," I said. "Gimme your knife a sec." "Whatta ya want it for?" "Hey, I'm not going to hurt it-or you, you creep. I just want to do something." I tried to leave the air quivering with just the proper ambivalence. "Yeah, ah. • .ok." And he handed it to me, tentatively. And then he and Harry crept close. Expecting. I wiped the knife on the dull grey for a couple of times, then turned to look at the head. Dog and Harry scurried around in front of me, enclosing the buck's head in a tight little intent circle. I held the knife over the eye. My hand trembled-with excitement, I guess. I touched the knife to the eye. Would the juice spurt out at me? We sat absolutely silent. I could hear no sound anywhere. I, so intent. I pushed and felt the blade sink in. I pushed and slid the blade back towards me, slitting the eyeball open from front to back. Nothing spurted out. And as I pulled my knife away a heavy fluid oozed; an awful, gentle ooze, trickled out, rolled over itself slowly down the cheek and soaked into the earth. We surely sat in silence no more than a second or two, but it seemed to me much longer. A magpie screeched as if to call us alien. We stood up, |