Jack in the Box

The fawn has a name! After nearly a week of debate, I have decided to name him Jack after his grandsire. Jumpin' Jack Flash got his name when he was about the same age as the young fellow I have now. My younger brother and I were watching tv after school and the fawn was in a rather tall box in the same room. When my mother came downstairs she found the fawn laying behind us watching tv. He'd jumped out of the box without us even hearing him. Well this little fellow is exactly like his grandad. He isn't happy unless he can see what is going on and has jumped out of his box several times in the last few days. He also has the habit of popping his head out of the box when he hears me come in the room. So my new little fawn is Jack in the Box. He has at least doubled in size or at least it seems like it. He eats and eats and craps and craps and that is about all he does... ah well