The Moose

Hai!!! My name is Ben. Just to let you know, I am a very random person, so beware or something. Just read the story.....

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The Moose

I sat there ice cold and shivering. My jacket soaked with mud From when I was trying to escape. My name is Jon, and at the moment I am in Canada. I am trying to escape the stuffed moose that has been following me for weeks. The thing has soul stealing blank eyes, and brownish fur? I don't know for sure. I've only had a couple glances at it. When it catches up to me, I don't know what will happen and I don't want to know. Anyway back to the present. I looked up. The moose was there. It was there. I shut my eyes for a couple minutes until I had the courage to open them again. The moose was gone. I started thinking about taquitos. They are very tasty. I got up and started walking through the ice and snow. I turned when I heard a 'crack'. It 'twas a pig. It looked at me with curiosity and then waddled over to me. I patted its head. I was as scared as hell from seeing that moose. I hope it doesn't come again any sooner.

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Hai!!! Hope you guys like the first part! I'll probably be uploading every Wednesday and Friday. Thanks for reading!

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The pig softly pushed its head into my arms and I knew that it was destiny that would hold this friendship together. So I started walking with the pig by my side, the temperature at freezing as hell. My army style boots crushed against the snow and ice. I asked the pig, "where did you come from?" The pig obviously didn't answer, being a pig and all. I just figured he came from an abandoned farm or a grassy area. It was silent walking for what seemed like an hour. My arms were so cold and felt like they were going to fall off. Suddenly, Piggums, (the pigs nickname) started running towards a huge tree, it's branches stretching at least 32 feet.

I heard Piggums squeal, and I ran to help him.