Dispatch From Marshall Moose
Yeehaw, finally we are going to someplace exotic. We are off to Texas, the most gigantic of the real states of America. I am so excited. This is the land of Wyatt Moose, Hop-a-Long Moose, the Lone Moose and One Antler Jack. I cannot wait. The Driver ought to be able to find this place it is so big that you cannot drive through too many of these puny states until you bump into Texas. The only reason we have not found it before is that the Driver is not really qualified to go to Texas. Can you imagine him in a cowboy hat! Ha. But I on the other hand was born for thie wide open range. I am getting a full 20 gallon size white Stetson with a fancy rattlesnake band. Oh, and a vest. OOH, with FRINGE. I will need some great boots that have lots of stuff on them and a bandana. To top off the whole outfit, two pearl handled Colt six-shooters. Marshal Moose will roll into town and everyone will notice me. (ED NOTE there will be no pearl handled Colt six-shooters or anything else that might shoot including rubber bands.) I don’t guess we will get there today, but I am the very paradigm of patience (ED NOTE HA!) so I am ok and by lunch tomorrow we ought to be going through the swinging doors of the saloon and into fame and fortune. With my acting experience I can see a whole new show staring Marshal Moose the Conscience of the West.