Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

Story Thread! There hasn't been one of these things in AGES, and I
like seeing people's work. Here you can post your stories, share advice,
and just be an author. 

I'm currently writing a book called The
Big Book of Unbelievable Incredible Stories, and it's a collection of
wacko random-themed stories, about the most randomest things in life,
from an upside-down electric outlet, to taco shells having mouths.

Here is my first one:

They gathered round the planned meeting place that morning. On the edge of the woods beside an old pine tree that's needles were long gone, the early fog hiding them well. The woods edged a farm field that, this year, was filled with radishes the farmers had left. The smell of the rotting vegetables had alerted the sensitive noses of the deers, and they had gotten together to plan...
They promptly arrived, all of them with their traditional metal uniform on: hoof and leg covers, and a full body uniform, along with a sharp helmet that had two long ear slots coming out of the top. Altogether, they looked quite scary, quite resembling some kind of ghost or demon. This was unintentional, as they were solely looking to protect themselves against the Human's weapons.  The leader, identical to the rest, but with a great big vest made out of sheet mail that had their clan's logo on it, stomped his hooves against the ground calling everyone to attention. Looking imperiously at his fellow deer family, he began:
"I thank you all for joining here today. I am quite sure you have all smelled the delicious smell," nodding his head toward the farm field, "of the food that had been left. I am also quite sure, that you are aware of our creed to protect wildlife. Please follow me, and try to keep out of sight. And remember that your armour is only for the most dire situations. If a human were to see us, our population would be in grave danger."He began to walk toward the direction of the field, and his clan all followed taking small, accurate steps, and sniffing the air from time to time for hint of radishes; or humans.
At last they reached the very edge. Looking out into the bright sunshine, they stood a moment in silence to take in the sight before them: crops reaching as far out as the highway; more than they could eat! Bowing their heads and muttering a silent prayer of protection, they drew cautiously out of the protection of the trees.

Skritch, an outgoing young deer, inhaled the air before shouting out in his high, scratchy voice: "Alright, dig in boys!!!" And with a loud whoop, cantered out into what seemed like heaven. The leader, who will remain unnamed in this story, shook his head and beckoned for everyone to move out.
"Please respect our boundaries, which are at that tree." A tree stood about halfway between where they were to the highway. He continued, "Hazel, Ches, Pop, and Bash; please take up your stations at the agreed marks." The named deers took their stands within about 10 yards of each other around the half of the field. They soon became silent, too immersed in the act of eating as much as they could to talk. Some of the mothers were helping their young ones dig the vegetable up form the ground. Others were collecting them; putting them in sacks that were hanging off their sides. Some young deers were standing around talking, no doubt full. And Skritch and his gang were being the rowdiest. Whooping and hollering and shouting insults to the guards, and even trying to sneak past the barrier. At last our leader decided it was time to have a word with them.
"Guys, I do not appreciate this at all."
They snickered loudly.
"What do you think the Humans would think if we were found?"
"Well," Skritch spoke up at last, "what harm can they do to us?"
"They can hunt us down and . . . well . . . you know. After that."
"What should WE care? WE run fast!"
"Yes, I know. But they have guns. Those long-distance shooters. And if we're running AWAY from them, we can't see where they're shooting."
"Well, they can't see us, right? Those speeders have other things to worry about."
"I would still like it", concluded the leader, "if you keep low. Understood?"
"Understood," said Skritch flatly, and his gang murmured their consent.

After the leader left..... Skritch huddled with his gang and said, "We did say we 'understood', right? Not that we promiseed we wouldn't be up to something. That leader is too soft on people. But it's good for us, so I suppose we musnt't complain about things that are in our favour."
"Yes!, said a gangly deer named Wire. "I think we should get past that barrier, and show them!"
"We can go through the woods on the side," suggested Felice. She was a bright deer, who was usually the one to come up with the plans.
So it was agreed. They would sneak through the woods next to the farm field, and then burst out when they'd reached the other side of the barrier.
They looked around. The leader was talking to a group of other males. Everyone else was absorbed in themselves. Safe. For now. But they would have to move at that second. They quickly raced through the woods, leaving their spot in innocent silence. Crepping on experienced hooves, they ran through, peering through the trees to see where they were. At last, they could see the guard deer! Moving along steadily so as not to alert them, they walked on a bit farther until they were a good ways from the tree. Then they walked out. The wind whistled softly by them as the cars on the highway sped past. They weren't THAT near the cars, but the speed carried pretty far. With another look around to make sure no one was looking, they went to eating the radishes as if nothing had happened. As if it was perfectly normal that they were there. But as they al got their first taste of radish, they got a huge surprise! These radishes were not the sweet, tender vegetables they had been eating, but brown, rotting ones that barely held up. Their surprised sounds alerted the other deers, who looked at them horrified. Skritch and his pals looked around at the awkward silence around them, at the deers, al of whom were staring at them, mouths hanging open, and the leader, with an angry look on his face. Suddenly, their surprise turned to fear. The blamed group looked at them, puzzled. But then they noticed that what they were looking as was behing them. Slowly, afarid of what they might see, they turned around. A car was parked on the edge of he highway. A man had come out, camera in hand. Taking pictures. And on the ground beside him, was a gun. The biggest they had ever seen. The deers slowly backed up. The man grabbed his gun, and ran into the woods. The deer knew exactly what he was doing. They started to run back, but somehow he was out of the woods on their side all too soon. His gun posed. The deers knew one of them would fall victim to it. They had heard the stories. They started to run.  Mothers, fathers, babies, elders, strong, weak, all cantered to safety. But now, they heard a new sound. It was a soft, whirring sound that was drawing ever closer. Some looked behind, and saw the man, only now he wasn't operating alone. He was riding a huge motorcycle, and was now in their midst. He still had his gun, but wasn't pointing it at them for the meantime. The deer ran faster than they ever had. An onlooker might have thought the scene looked much like a modern herder rounding up his sheep, which was probably the man's exact plan. Riding handless, with gun in one hand and camera in the other, he tried to take more pictures of the strangely clothed deer and the surounding area. The leader gave a signal to turn, and his plan worked out perfectly. Not being able to steer so well handless, he quickly grabbed the handle just as the side of his motorcycle touched the ground. He had dropped his camera in the process, but now had his gun aimed. The deer took him on a wild rampage through the woods; through tight spaces in the trees, deep ditches, and other natural landmarks that his motorcycle wasn't that good with. Finally, he turned and went back the  way he'd come. The deer waited for a while. As the sun finally sank beneath the trees, the leader said it was okay to come out. They went back to the farm field. All was silent. The wind howled through the trees, and the night air was a bit chilly. A small, fleurescent light was shining somewhere in the grass. The leader went over ot it. It was the camera the man had left. He took it in his mouth and took it back to their hideout with them. There he stomped on it. Wires flew out everywhere, and sparks ignited the still air. The deer back up in alarm, but after the smoke had resided, they desposed of it, hiding it in a deep hole to let it decompose. Skritch and his gang were under severe punsihment, and they had been seen. But they were safe... for now.