Allianz.com: Have you or your friends ever been hit by a car?
The stag: (His antlers tower above us. He stands majestically in a clearing in the middle of the wood, enjoying the last of the autumn sun. He slowly turns to face me.) That happens all the time. Many of my friends and relatives have already come face-to-face with one of your rolling metal boxes. Uncle Elm (all names changed on request) did not survive. Little Ursel is still limping. I once had a similar experience. It was the middle of the night. I was on the hunt for a little midnight snack. Then I saw a delicious-looking patch of grass on the other side of the road, completely untouched. So I happily skipped towards it, and heard the sound of a horn blaring loudly to my left. One of those enormous trucks was driving along the road. I was so scared that I could not move – I was frozen, as if struck by lightning. I did not think to run away. Then he blinded me, all his lights were turned on. Do they know how bright that can be? Then the lights dimmed, he had turned them off. That just made me more confused. And the truck was coming nearer and nearer.
What saved you in the end?
Good question. The truck probably was not driving too fast. (He finds a tuft of grass, lowers his head, pulls up the grass, chews slowly, then looks directly at me again) He came to a halt not far away from me. I could even see the person at the wheel. He was as frightened as I was. If I could, I would have thanked him. Someone told me that people put pictures of us on signs to show drivers where we like to hang around. I think that is really kind of you. Animals like me cannot read signs, sorry about that.
