I tell you, child, I saw the moose, in Norway forest king. I said hello. So I did choose, to see what it would bring. It looked at me, bewildered. Perhaps it smiled, who knows. When it is unconsidered, perhaps it humour shows. We stood at length with eye-contact, to see who first did blink. And then it took farewell, in fact. And I did to it wink. If I had feared the king, I guess, reduce me that beast would. I anxious was, never-the-less, I stood still, as I should. And you, dear child, is little too in your environment. Do learn from me the thing to do if beast is sentiment.
