Meow

"We have a friend at the window!" my sister called, running upstairs for some unknown reason.
What?
I walked to our huge front window and greeted our "friend".
A wittle baby moosie! *squeal!*
We watched it eat our plants and look at us curiously. I then traveled outside to our porch and watched it some more. It came over and was munch-munch-munching on some MORE plants. I wanted to touch it. And I could have, but it got spooked.
It turned and started walking away and I was like, Noooo!!!
So for some strange reason that makes up half of my being, I started meowing at it.
And it stopped.
It turned and looked at me.
I kept it up, turning my meowing into a sort of "pleading" meowing, like a kitten whose lost it's mother. *sniff*
It shifted on its legs and I could tell it was thinking about coming back. Some part of it's brain (at least, I'm guessing)wanted to come rescue the little lost kitten, but then it was like, "That's a kitten?! Pssh!" I threw a couple of "kissing" noises, like you do with horses, along with the meowing. It turned around and nibbled on some more plants, all the while keeping tabs on me.
Some kids came and rode past on their bicycles and it walked off, a little spooked. Ah, *sigh*.
Anyway...
I am.....MOOSE WHISPERER!! MUahahahahaha!!!
So, next time you see a moose....meow.

Adios, Flamingos!
-A