Graveyard

Down the harbour from us is a large vacant acreage that is a graveyard for the black tailed mule deer that live on Lotus Island. These small deer have no predators on the island so they live where ever they want and die where ever they choose. The graveyard is a grassy plateau adjacent to the harbour and seems a nice place to end up. Largely at the initiative of the dog we see collections of bones from time to time, but one day when all the grandchildren were here, they found a trove of skeletal remains in good order that lent itself to reconstruction. We carefully and forensically collected the remains and toted them back to the old picnic table with the objective of wiring a new creation. The vulnerability of unburied bones to the resurrectionist was clearly on display. Puppetry no less. The bones remained on the table for a month. Some rearrangement and manipulation happened but no stringing up occurred. All of us felt immobilized and in part it was the interference with the values that they live where ever they want and die where ever they choose. So who are we?