Once there was a moose named Semore. Semore loved syrup, but most of all he loved maple syrup. Sometimes him and his moose friends would all get together and rampage through the syrup store and eat everything they could find. Eventually though, all the stores had been raided or they had increased security so Semore and his friends couldn't get their syrup. This upset Semore because he loved maple syrup the most out of all of moose kind. So Semore had to come up with a new plan, a plan to get his maple syrup. Semore thought and thought and he asked his friends what to do but alas, nothing came of it. Until one day Semore was walking sad and sauntering around next to a road when he noticed a maple syrup truck had gone by. The truck was labeled on the side "We sell homemade maple syrup just for you!". Semore started to form an idea, if he could find out where the maple syrup was made and then shipped off, he could get some before it even got to a store! So running as fast as his little moose legs could carry him, he chased the truck. Eventually the truck pulled off onto a long road and Semore had lost hope because he lost sight of it. He got tired and decided to walk the rest of the way down the new road the truck had taken. Not far down the road there was a small cottage and a large shed. Semore had believed that he had found the maple syrup at last! So he ran out to the back of the warehouse and smashed the door open to find vat upon vat of pure maple syrup. Semore was in awe of how much maple syrup he had to eat and started to get hungry right away. He climbed the stairs to be at ground level with the top of the massive tubs of maple syrup and he took a moment to look at it. He brought his head down towards the vat and started to lick up some maple syrup. It was the best maple syrup Semore had ever eaten. Eventually he just kept drinking and drinking until he had to get down on his knees to be able to reach his liquid ambrosia. Soon though, he could no longer reach his cherished substance anymore and he really wanted to eat more, he was not finished with his meal. So Semore leaned down farther and farther to try and reach his maple syrup when suddenly, the board he was laying on began to crack, and Semore went flying into the vat of maple syrup! He plunged face first into the sticky matter and tried to swim his way up, but to no avail. Semore began wildly kicking to try and stay afloat but was unable to even keep his head above his once loved maple syrup. Not too long after, Semore's lungs filled with maple syrup and Semore died right in the midst of the thing he wanted the most. The end.
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Semore the Moose
Short StoryI wrote Semore the Moose as a text one of my best friends, after she asked for a story. I created it to speak to a greater meaning than just a random story about a moose named Semore. I encourage anyone that decides to read this short story to try a...