From The Jewish Hunter by Lorrie Moore.

“During mating season the doe constructs a bed for herself, and then she urinates all around the outside of it. That’s how she gets her mate.”

“So that’s it,” murmured Odette. “I was always peeing in the bed.”

Pinky’s gun suddenly fired into the trees, and the noise filled the woods like a war, spilling to the ground they yellowing needles of a larch.

“Ahhhhhh!” Odette screamed. “What is going on?” Guns, she was reminded then, were not for girls. They were for boys. They were invented by boys. They were invented by boys who had never gotten over their disappointment that accompanying their own orgasm there wasn’t a big boom sound. “What the hell are you doing?”