Trio of stories

Last night I went to a reading at Camalli's Book Store in Bend. I listened to a story about a tiny man named Ron, a story about death and deer, and a toddler-in-charge story. It was a strange mixture of images for one evening, and I wonder what might happen if that tiny man were to picnic with the toddler on the lawn where the deer grazes. The more I think about it, the more it gives me the creeps. Still, it's that type of experience that sometimes leads to awesome story ideas, and I think I will ponder that some more.