Hey, there’s an animal in the building. Let’s yell and clap to keep it calm.
Guess you could hang and gut him over the baptism pool.
That is the same thing my wife and I thought immediately. You would think that people who live in a place where deer would get into a building would have a minimal understanding of how to herd animals. But my wife and I both came into contact with a lot of animals growing up.
A residential neighborhood was built behind my family's acreage. Our cows used to get out frequently, by the time I was around 10 I was expected to herd them back into the fields, often alone if an adult was not available to do the job. One of the first things I learned was not to panic the cows if you wanted them to get them to go in the direction you wanted them to.
All of our cows had horns which freaked out the people who lived behind us because they thought that every cow with horns was a dangerous bull. These panicky people often caused problems for those of us trying to get the cows back where they needed to be. The mature bulls were larger but typically much more lazy and docile than the cows and typically didn't bother to go on these excursions.
I have a sad story about how the police shot a kid's prize 4H cow as it was eating in the middle of some blackberries because they claimed it was a “wild range cow” and was too dangerous to approach. The animal was more of a pet than livestock.