One evening, Leo returned from his rather unfortunate moose hunting event. Why was it moose? Nobody knows. What is a moose? I'll research into it and tell you later on.
Either way, we shall pretend that it was unfortunate, because then I would have to find another reason for him to be sad, and he was sad, so we shall just pretend that this person had the moose to blame for. Nothing else.
Now, continuing. His wife welcomed him with a glare.
"And everyday you promise to go out to find glory and everyday you find a rather perturbed reason to sulk while I am cooking all day long. Maybe you would be better if you just helped me around the house. I am freelancing and earning so all you could do would be to actually help."
And as an afterthought, she added, "And why moose?"
The man looked at her, hung his head and replied, "Petrova, honestly, I don't know."
She looked at him, smiled a little, and said, "Dress up for work, honey. Your expeditions can wait but your boss will not. So dress up and take John to school. And actually drop him off instead of waving at him from the confectionary store" - "I literally never do that" - "And don't forget to drop a letter off at the mailbox. The return letter may come in a month so remember to bring that too. And don't loiter around the taxi stand pretending that you are a driver who has forgotten where he kept his car. Don't stay at the bus stop pretending like you forgot your way back home. And do not try ever to go bungee jumping impulsively. You don't have a heart problem yet but you need to stay wary. You're thirty five."
"Is that old?" he asked, and she smiled. "Well, you need to be cautious now if you want to be fit when you're older. She kissed him with a tinge of seduction and he was only leaning in for more when her phone rang. She left him yearning with just one little peck that felt like fireworks even now.
His gaze returned to the kitchen, and he felt guilty for leaving around midnight to go to the forest. But why had he gone to the forest? Would there ever be a reason for it? Was he sleepwalking? He might have to call the doctor soon but the last time a doctor came, he was almost taken to the zoo, or was that in his dreams?
Irrespective of what it was, time seemed to have slowed down for him while it only sped for everyone around. He was now seated and late for his son's school.
A/N: I might write something else but let's see how well this does. Take care, all of you. Whoever and wherever you are.
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The moose or elk is the world's tallest, largest and heaviest extant species of deer and the only species in the genus Alces. It is also the tallest, and the second-largest, land animal in North America, falling short only of the American bison in body mass.
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Teen FictionA rather unfortunate event le by an author who has forgotten how to write, or worse, narrate. And probably a kind of story that my own peers would never really read.
