The Moose and the Mushroom

This is the story of the moose and the mushroom.

One day, while rooting around in the woods, a moose spotted a round, tasty looking mushroom peeking its pale cap above the leaves of the forest floor.

It would make the perfect afternoon snack.

But, just as the moose was about to gobble the mushroom up in one bite, he heard a high-pitched voice beneath him.

“Don’t eat me!!” Squeaked the mushroom. “There’s poison running through every inch of me and it’ll kill you stone dead. I made it special for big, dumb mooses like you.”

“Hm, suppose I better not eat you then.” Replied the moose, as he ate the mushroom anyway.

Do you think this moose cares? He’s here for a good time, not a long time. He pays the piper, calls the tune, and then talks over the song he just paid for. “Roll the dice, baby” is his motto. You can’t control this moose.

He did die, though.