Friday, 7 March 2008

news at six

Heinrik the One-Antlered Moose was a little disoriented. Spending the winter buried under snow out in the yard had been bad enough, but snatching him away from the bitter remnants of his stash of last years' grass was too much.

He was prepared to sob out a few hungry tears when the cupboard door swung open and he had a good look at where he had been placed.



Jackpot, he thought. And no lousy superheroes.

Heinrik's story starts here

7 comments:

Isabelle said...

Goodness me, you do write so WELL. (Stating the obvious.) I've been reading your backlog but now I must go and dust or otherwise justify my existence. But anyway. Just thought I'd say. Lovely writing.

Jenty said...

Hee hee, good post.

Loth said...

Hey! There's a moose loose aboot your hoose! Sorry, that's only funny if you're Scottish. And not that funny even then. Nice to see Heinrick is expanding his horizons. And possibly his mind!

beagle said...

You crack me up!

Joke said...

Jackpot indeed.

-J.

Jennifer (Jen on the Edge) said...

*snicker*

That is one lucky moose!

Suzanne said...

Love this. He needs to travel more! (and the medicine cabinet he's found himself in resembles mine in the quantity of stuff!