“Deer, your puns are awful!” cried Sprite.
“Hey,” said Deer, “there is a fine British art to telling a good groaner.”
At that moment, the past and the future approached from opposite directions. Their paths crossed right where Deer and Sprite were standing.
The future bumped into the past, they turned to face each other, growled and postured in a grumpy fashion, then walked away up different paths.
“Wow,” said Deer, “that was tense.”