Moose
Chuck stopped in middle of the hiking trail. "That's an odd thing to say."
"What?"
"That I remind you of a moose."
"It's not odd. You do remind me of a moose. I mean, there's nothing wrong with projecting the appearance and demeanor of a moose. A moose is like a regal, macho deer."
Chuck put his hands, palms out, fingers splayed, against the sides of his head and stared into the trees. "Still, it makes me feel odd. A moose is odd." His large bottom lip quivered a bit.
"You know what, I was mistaken. You don't remind of a moose."
"Thank you."
I reached into my backpack. "Here, have an apple."
"Thank you," Chuck said, then swallowed it in two bites.
"What?"
"That I remind you of a moose."
"It's not odd. You do remind me of a moose. I mean, there's nothing wrong with projecting the appearance and demeanor of a moose. A moose is like a regal, macho deer."
Chuck put his hands, palms out, fingers splayed, against the sides of his head and stared into the trees. "Still, it makes me feel odd. A moose is odd." His large bottom lip quivered a bit.
"You know what, I was mistaken. You don't remind of a moose."
"Thank you."
I reached into my backpack. "Here, have an apple."
"Thank you," Chuck said, then swallowed it in two bites.
posted by JMH | 5:15 PM
2 Comments:
That's awesome.
Isn't it amazing what you can do in not even a couple dozen sentences? :)
:)
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