Moose

The Moose. At some point in the last year I started to regret just writing the animal’s name at the bottom of the print. Feels a bit silly to just write ‘Moose’ under what is quite-fucking-obviously a Moose. I should have gone with nicknames that pop up when scouring the internet for facts. This, for example, would have been a ‘Rubber Nosed Swamp Donkey’, which definitely has a better ring to it. Whilst we’re on the subject of names, you’re probably thinking ‘why is the plural of Moose not Meese?’ Because, my illiterate friend, it is a borrowed word from several Native American languages that don't use mutations or standard modern endings for pluralizations! Duh. The trouble is, despite googling and then writing that down, I know in about ten minutes I will have no idea why it’s not Meece. Probably why I also have to secretly google what an adverb is every time my children have homework. Anyway. Moose facts. They’re the biggest animal in the Deer family, and can outrun you at just five days old. I thought I remembered one in the opening credits of Due South, but I’ve just watched them on Youtube and, disappointingly, there is not. I am, however, now a gibbering emotional wreck because the theme tune has viciously transported back in time and I’ve become horribly aware of the passing of years and indeed my own mortality…Hmm… perhaps I shouldn’t write these blurbs at midnight.