I didn’t incorrectly spell it. I intentionally mean a "deer," a large wild animal that eats grass and leaves, and has large branching horns in male.
"My Deer," said a lion. Does it make sense now?
When a ravenous king of animals spots a little, feeble deer, he knows he can feed himself before long. For the lion, it’s a little job to run as fast as the slowest deer to supply its empty belly. For the deer, it’s a bigger, harder, severer job to run faster than the fastest lion to ensure not to put his life in doom. It’s nature of being a predator and a prey. Being the predator is more thrilling and stimulating while being the prey is more terrified and fear-provoking.
Now you decide which position that you favor more.