poor apple tree

There were deer in my back yard today. My mother despises them due to their grazing (of her flowers) and droppings. Our lovely, baby apple tree lost four leaves this morning! One of the rarest times I was able to witness my mother in the most happiest mood ever was two years ago when my father finally built the fence on the other side of our house (keeping the deer out of that area). Now she is back to usual demanding my father to build a more guarded fence around our backyard. Quite pathetic.
Armond is usually sent outside to frighten away the deer whenever we see them present. One time my mother commanded him to chase away these two deer into the creek. He ran out the back door and my mother went upstairs. Armond was slowly walking back to the porch and back door. I was flipping through the television channels and Shivani was cooking... He turned the knob of the door, but it refused to open. He started violently trying to open it. I noticed, and so did Shivani, but of course she did not mind his faint noise making. She acted as though nothing had changed and continued cooking, never eyeing him. He yelled and screamed at her for about (I think) seven minutes until my mother came down to settle the noise making.
Shivani was sent to her room and Armond joined my television watching... what a failure.