Baby Deer Full of Poo

JackJack again.

EDIT: I took this yesterday and sent it here. Last night was a bit of a screwup. I came home from Newton and brought Jack in the house like always. I was awakened late that night when my parents finally got home and noticed the box was missing. Apparently my dad thought that we'd be leaving him out last night. Oh well, no big deal, or so I thought. This morning Jack made his displeasure at being inside abundantly clear. At the end of it all, we had a Baby Deer Full of Poo (jack's nickname) a baby deer crate full of poo (and wet newspaper), a cardboard box full of poo, a daddy full of poo, and worst of all, daddy's truck full of poo. I think that Jack's first name was more appropriate even though he will not always be a Baby Deer Full of Poo. He was very angry with me this morning and very angry with dad too. But he is going to have to stay outside tonight because he has to get used to it sometime, and also we have run out of newspaper. An angry deer, even if it is a baby, is nothing to trifle with. My hand is very sore where he kicked it, sharp little hooves and strong little legs hurt!