Greek Myth or Just a Dead Deer?

I sort of have a love affair with Greek myths. I read a (simplified) version of the Iliad when I was a wee lad and, although I am still not sure I understand why dactylic pentameter is, I enjoy reading about the trials and tribulations of Greek heroes that can be so remarkable and yet still not measure up to Greek gods.

Earlier today I read this story, about a Wisconsin male deer that met with an untimely demise. From the story:

A love-struck buck ran out of luck a week ago. The seven-point buck was killed when it rammed a 640-pound concrete statue of an elk in the backyard of Mark and Carol Brye's home in rural Viroqua.

Archangel, who had sent me the link, agreed with me that it was sad. Because I have a love affair with Greek myths, I framed the death of the deer in similar terms.

The deer was a mortal, proud of its capabilities and motivated to challenge and dominate its peers. It saw something that was other and similar but... different. The concrete statue was the equivalent of a god--heavier and, in key ways, stronger than the deer. The deer butted and felt pain and butted again... and after a heroic effort, managed to topple its opponent.

But it had mortally wounded itself and it staggered away from its final victor before toppling over, dead.

The statue? A little damaged but it will be fixed and set back up, eternal on its own version of Mt Olympus.