Momma Moose
As I walked out of the building, I reveled in the seldom-seen sunshine. There were clouds coming in off the mountains, so I did my best to enjoy the warmth while it was available.
Getting onto the parking lot, I pulled out my keys – separating the car key from the plethora of house and work keys. I hummed a little tune.
That’s when I heard a snort.
Looking to my right I saw a large moose glaring at me. I glanced to my left and saw two calves. ‘Hmmm,’ I thought, ‘standing between a mother and her babies…’
I looked back at Momma Moose. Her ears had flattened. Her breaths were coming out in great huffs of plant smell, and her eyes looked to have turned red.
There would be no reasoning with her. The nearest trees were 20 feet past the cars in the lot. I couldn’t out run her that far. I began making soft cooing sounds, trying to soothe her as I backed away.
She only seemed to get more agitated.
Then it happened. I don’t know how I knew, but the split second before she charged, I ran toward the cars. I felt her breath on my neck as I fell to the ground and rolled under a car. Her hooves had been mere inches from trampling me into some sort of jelly. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Momma Moose proceeded to run around the car like a moose possessed. She hit the doors with her head and kicked in the lights. She stomped on the hood and the trunk. Then she walked over the car; jumping on the roof. Glass shattered everywhere.
I was safe under the car. It seemed like I had to hide there for two hours while Momma Moose made it her mission to destroy the protector of the threat to her babies. Then just as quickly as it started, it ended. Momma Moose walked to her calves and herded them away.
I counted to a hundred just to make sure. Found my car key and rolled out from under the car. I looked around for the moose but didn’t see them. That’s when I realized that the car I had hid under was mine.
Getting onto the parking lot, I pulled out my keys – separating the car key from the plethora of house and work keys. I hummed a little tune.
That’s when I heard a snort.
Looking to my right I saw a large moose glaring at me. I glanced to my left and saw two calves. ‘Hmmm,’ I thought, ‘standing between a mother and her babies…’
I looked back at Momma Moose. Her ears had flattened. Her breaths were coming out in great huffs of plant smell, and her eyes looked to have turned red.
There would be no reasoning with her. The nearest trees were 20 feet past the cars in the lot. I couldn’t out run her that far. I began making soft cooing sounds, trying to soothe her as I backed away.
She only seemed to get more agitated.
Then it happened. I don’t know how I knew, but the split second before she charged, I ran toward the cars. I felt her breath on my neck as I fell to the ground and rolled under a car. Her hooves had been mere inches from trampling me into some sort of jelly. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Momma Moose proceeded to run around the car like a moose possessed. She hit the doors with her head and kicked in the lights. She stomped on the hood and the trunk. Then she walked over the car; jumping on the roof. Glass shattered everywhere.
I was safe under the car. It seemed like I had to hide there for two hours while Momma Moose made it her mission to destroy the protector of the threat to her babies. Then just as quickly as it started, it ended. Momma Moose walked to her calves and herded them away.
I counted to a hundred just to make sure. Found my car key and rolled out from under the car. I looked around for the moose but didn’t see them. That’s when I realized that the car I had hid under was mine.