The Moose And The Fireman

The moose in the neighbor's yard this morning was a bit exciting and entertaining, I have to admit. I oohed and gasped and watched his every move...for TWO hours. I know. Get. A. Life. But, this IS my life, people.
I contemplated writing a lengthy story about the moose, chronicling every riveting detail of his arrival, the police surveillance, the gathering of neighbors, children and strangers in a kind woman's master bedroom and bathroom so we could all get a closer look, and the eventual tranquilization and removal of the large animal. But, after viewing the STUPID number of photographs I took and the nearly FIFTY minutes of Flip video, it's just not that riveting anymore.
Here's a quick photo recap...The moose! [I was outside on the sidewalk for this picture.]
The moose stared at us staring at him through the window. We all looked at each other for a very long time. It was like being at the zoo. Like I said, riveting.
[Photo taken while in my neighbor's bedroom with several other people.]
Once the moose was tranquilized [a shooter hit him and the drug took effect exceptionally fast], they had to slide him onto a tarp so he could be transported across the snow to a trailer.
Notice the cameraman from a local news station walking backwards as he films.
The sedated moose resting in the trailer. He was feeling no pain.
I wasn't going to blog about this, because...you know...boring. But in the final five minutes of the moose ordeal, a young fireman made my day with two surprisingly witty comments.
Witty Number One
As the curious, worried and adrenalin-fueled neighbor children gathered around the moose while it lay in the trailer, the helpful, young fireman cleared his throat and spoke to them...Now remember, kids. THIS is why we DON'T play with matches.
Witty Number Two
I took some final photos and noticed the moose was trembling. Oh, poor thing. He's shaking. The helpful, young fireman looked at me and said, "That's a goood shake. It's morphine."
Reader Comments (39)
And I would have watched and taken pictures, too, don't feel bad :-)
He was adorable!
To: chrisyross@msn.com
PS Personally, this is exactly the kind of story I'd tell, witty fireman or no ;)
Love,Claire
I wish you'd have gotten a picture of the front of that fireman.....
I purposely didn't show the face of the fireman. You nevah know who will be uncomfortable being identified.
I know you're searching for an animal that doesn't go number two, but I personally saw the moose poop. Like a large milk dud -- lots of 'em. Sorry. :-(
To: chrisyross@msn.com
They are plentiful here in Sweden but you still can't help being blown away by their sheer size and majesty. They are known as King of the Woods over here.
Love the photos, so much beautiful snow. Do you get out in the snow much? I bet the boys love playing in it. And having great moose adventures.
And spring just around a corner or 3.
xo
We get out in the snow ALL the time, Jannie. It's wonderful! I have oodles more moose photos and video. The older boys loved it. xo to you too!
To: chrisyross@msn.com
If you see that fireman again, give him my info!
You are hereby declared an official Dork Club member! I actually thought of you, Bobbi, but I think [like many of the young men in these parts] he was married.
To: chrisyross@msn.com
Great photos.
Plus the fireman is hilarious.
I have read that story to my boys, as well as the "give a mouse a pancake" story. You've got your stories about as straight as I do!