Why won’t it leave us alone?
“Why won’t it leave us alone?” Rose whispered, clutching her hands together nervously. John let out a long sigh, frustrated and perplexed. It was as if the moose had claimed their house as its own. He opened the door and yelled even louder this time, and the moose hesitated, its ears twitching before it turned, but this time, it didn’t disappear away from the house down the street.
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