First she sat next to the moose.
She inched closer in his direction.
Eye contact!
When the moose walked away, The Wog followed:
Thankfully, the moose was very good-natured about the stalking. And we got used to the smell.
Monday, October 15, 2007
THE WOG STALKS THE MOOSE
We attended a "Best of" New Hampshire Magazine prize-winning river lighting festival in a nearby town last weekend. While we were hard-pressed to determine why this festival merited an award--unless it was in the category of "Down and Out New Hampshire Towns that Smell Really Really Bad," (who knew paper mills emitted such noxious odors?)--The Wog did have the chance to sit with a moose.
First she sat next to the moose.
She inched closer in his direction.
Eye contact!
When the moose walked away, The Wog followed:
Thankfully, the moose was very good-natured about the stalking. And we got used to the smell.
First she sat next to the moose.
She inched closer in his direction.
Eye contact!
When the moose walked away, The Wog followed:
Thankfully, the moose was very good-natured about the stalking. And we got used to the smell.
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