" Yes, sir !" He said as he left with utmost pride, his tail being evidence of that. He decided to check up on the deer ( plural ) he had trapped in the hole, he was met with a pitiful sight. The two adult deers were trembling and breathing heavily, only one out of the three baby deer had survived all this was due to hunger. Ofcourse he'd been feeding them but apparently not enough. Droof hadn't noticed because he only fed them at night and couldn't really observe them. "What if another animal kills them what if they starve?" Eventually he would need to expand the hole but how? He jumped around anxiously but was soon calmed down by the moans of the hungry deer. He layed down. A passer by may have thought he was sleeping, he wasn't, he was in a deep train of thought. After 10 minutes that felt like a day he had a plan. " I'll take the baby deer and raise it as my own and do the same with a deer of opposite gender, let them have kissy-kissy time then take their babies , repeating this process over and over. A few deers down the line and they'd be domesticated they'd lose the instinct to hunt as their food will be brought to them, I won't be able to this now because transporting it would most likely kill it especially in it's food deprived state." Untill then he would feed them more frequently. When the day finally came for him to take the baby deer, he'd break of the hole to make it less steep allowing the deer to go. Then abduct the baby deer. He'd almost certainly need a partner. Baku was out of the question, his jaws were too strong for the delicate task of transporting deer. But would he call this phenomenon ? Perhaps "Daggering? " " No, no, no sounds too violent" " Maybe I should call it doug " " No, no, It'd need to be a verb " After contemplating with himself like this for a couple minutes he stumbled upon the perfect word. " I know, I'll call it FARMING ! "