On his porch
On his porch stood a giant moose. Its feet were planted firmly in the snow, and it tilted its head forward so its lips touched John’s chest while he stood in the doorway. John’s neighbors all pointed and looked on in disbelief, but nobody was as shocked as John. This must have been the same moose that wandered around his garden last night, but why did it return?
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