Chapter 11 - Hikers! They're Not Just For Breakfast Anymore!

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We were sitting in the fabulous "Moose Snot Roost" gearing up for what I hoped would be a fine adventure. I hadn't shared my hopes of running across another grizzly with your mom. Why, you may ask? Because I'm a coward. Plus, the disappearance of the animals in the wallow weighed heavily on her. She was becoming more agitated by the minute for lack of all things moosey.

If I've said it once I've said it a thousand times, your mom's heart, when it comes to animals, knows no bounds. I feel the exact same way. Where your mom appreciates them in their natural environment, I prefer them between two slices of bread with some mayo. Yum!

"I mean," she said as she zipped her chaps, "that it's a little weird that yesterday there was a regular moose freeway outside our door, and today nothing!"

”Perhaps it's some high-holiday for our antlered friends. Possibly Rosh HaFauna. The day that God created the first furry, antlered, dewlap-ridden progenitor of the moosey race."

Mom paused mid zip. "Rosh HaFauna. Sure."

"I suppose they could be attending a convention, showing the latest in antler care and musk gland grooming. Or it could very well be that they're running motivational programs and self actualization courses for the lazier denizens of the woods. Like the Martin. Complete louts Martins. Slackers and knee-biters. Or, they could be negotiating a labor dispute twixt the beavers and the mountain sheep."

"That's a stretch, don't you think?"

"Not necessarily," I said. "Moose are known as the "Facilitators of the animal kingdom".
"I did not know that."

"Oh yeah. Granted, they're not terribly good at facilitation, but hey. . . you know. . . moose. What do you expect?"


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