How Is a Fawn Like Obama?

Harley the dog went wild this morning on our walk through Treaty Line Park! A deer appeared on the path as we came around a bend. The fawn, as large as a fawn can get and still have pretty white spots, stared a moment then dashed into the trees on our right, fifteen, twenty feet in, and stood stock still, staring at us. He thought it made him invisible. It almost worked, except for those big ears sticking out! Harley wanted to give chase!