Of moose and man
Sep 20, 2017
3 minutes
The young moose wasn’t that big. Really, it was only a teenage moose. But the mama moose was big. She was like a giant refrigerator on legs. Her son was just a gangling guy, certainly not such a threat that my brand-new husband would abandon our recently expressed vows and desert me at the first sign of trouble.
But that’s what happened. My husband and I had been married for three days. We were honeymooning in
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