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Comparatively Worse

The Boy and I were driving home past the cattle farm in our neighbor hood.

We drove past something that smelled really bad.

“COW POOP!” he yelled, clamping his hands over his nose and mouth.

No, this was something else. Then I remembered the deer which had been on the side of the road a few days ago. It was now in the ditch, and the hawks had been at it the other day.

“That’s not cow poop, that’s a dead deer.”

It smelled really, really bad.

“Ewwwww!” he said. “That’s even worse than my poops.”

True.

But only slightly.