Familiar rumble
But barely half an hour later, just as the family settled in to catch their breaths, a familiar rumbling noise came from outside. Rose looked at John, her eyes wide with anxiety. “It’s back, isn’t it?” John moved cautiously to the front window and peeked through. Sure enough, the moose was stepping up their walkway again, its massive form casting a shadow over the porch.
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