Gutted! (or maybe not)

The body blow that was Jeremy’s assertion was of the same order of magnitude as that which must have despatched the deer. The deer wasn’t, but I was gutted! What to do now?

I didn’t press Jeremy over what might happen if one hadn’t gutted the brute. I think I knew that it would either give me bad guts, or taste like bad guts.

The deer must disappear! But how, when and where? And how long before Mrs H saw it, screamed and gave me serious earache? And after the maximum seven days, how long before the smell became unbearable?...