The Moose of the Fields

They are out there, the moose.

I saw them.

Their beady eyes, staring at me, flocking around the house.

I think that they must go to the library, you know. They have to get internet access somewhere, because I am careful to be only respectful to them when they can hear me. They know that I derided them the other week. Now, retribution is at hand.

Dang moose, anyway.