Where, O where, has my Daddy gone? I keep seeing him walk out of the house with a very funny looking contraption. My Mommy says that it's almost hunting season again, and that Daddy has to practice shooting his bow and arrow. If I remember right, I think he brought me home a pet deer about this time last year. A very quiet pet deer if my memory serves me correctly, but a pet deer nonetheless. So good luck Daddy, I'll be waiting right here for you when you get back!