Two deer stood in a forest clearing at dusk. The air was quiet and cold, occasionally cracked by the sound of distant bird calls, the squawk of a crow or a hawk, carrying down the valley. The sky had become a bloody orange colour and was slashed by thin wisps of purplish cloud.

Deer A. walked over to the large rock to the left of the clearing and set down his rifle and Elmer Fudd style hunting cap. He sighed inside himself. The other deer (Deer B) placed two cold beers on the melamine topped table in the centre of the clearing.

Deer B. said, "Did you know that you can be such an asshole at times?" to Deer A. who was just returning from the rock.

"I had no idea" said Deer A. "No one told me that before. Sometimes you actually surprise me with your insights you know, from time to time".

They sat at the table and opened their beers. They knew that the light would be failing soon and that they'd be getting lost again.

Then a sound came from nowhere, a dense whooshing of air, like the sound of air escaping from some kind of giant valve under enormous pressure.

The two deer looked up above the canopy of the trees and saw a rather portly ruddy cheeked man at a Steinway Grand Piano descending from the sky playing a Chopin Prelude, his fingers busy at the keyboard, his brow decorated with pearls of salty sweat. Great jets of steam were released from beneath the piano as it drew closer to the ground.

When the piano finally did come to a standstill about a metre away from where they were sitting, it hovered there before them, about three feet above the ground, undulating on the currents of air. The piano was playing at an excruciatingly loud volume.

The pianist was lost in concentration, as if he were from another time, his fingers running all over the keyboard. For a while the two deer watched him play.

"That's enough" shouted Deer A. suddenly, turning down the volume so that you could barely hear the music any longer.

"We really appreciate your efforts and everything, but we have very sensitive ears. Anyway, we have to go now. We have to find a safe place to hide in the dark" said Deer B.

"We really do not wish to seem rude or anything..but"

A few moments of silence passed before the pianist began to solemnly weep. "I try my best" he protested. "That's all I do. Was there something wrong with my music?" asked the pianist

"Nothing" said Deer A. and B. in unison.

Slowly the pianist and his piano began to move back up towards a big black hole in the sky. The pianist mopped his brow and played on regardless, disappearing, slowly, shrinking away from them until they could no longer hear him, and see no more than just a tiny dot.