Moose

The Lazy Moose Arturo Brito

 

What a ride!!! Took a while but I finally arrived at the Smithsonian National Zoological Park this morning. I was just recently captured by a strange type of Indian; he was a lot more light-skinned than the Nez Perce people that we fear. He also had a black long stick that he pointed at us menacingly; I was very scared since it seemed to be even more deadly than the other Indian's bow and arrows as well as their swords. Ironically, the people that captured me put me in a cage right next to the Grey Wolf, a predator of mine back in Yellowstone.



 

This is my uncle Steve. He grew dellusional because of all the strange foods the humans would throw into his cage for him to eat. I mean, why else would they throw food at us? Many animals in the Smithsonian National Zoological Park died of unknown diseases that they had never been exposed to in Yellowstone, primarily diseases impairing their mental health. I think there was an important human that came to the park; I think I heard people refering to him as Herbert Spencer. He seemed to care about our mental health, and I liked him for helping us animals get through this tough time.



Today something terrffying happened. My poor cousin Richard, who always had sort of a limp in his stride, was put down by our cage keeper. The human had a piece of soft, flexible, white bark in his back pocket. I stealthly took it from him, and laid it on the floor. A huge red stamp that read EUGENICS was at the top of the page. As I scanned the letter, I saw that Madison Grant was the man that authorized the "cleansing of the population". I was shocked that humans actually approve of this superior-inferior complex within one species! I could tell that this would lead to troubles from human to human later on.

