Dispatch from Marshal Moose
Today was not a stellar day, yet I will not utter a discouraging word. We did not venture anywhere but spent the whole day loafing around the town we are camping near. I was tempted to pilot a few planes cause we are at the airport but never got the chance. We had to shop in —looking carefully over shoulder for the formerly Kind One, kinda girly places. Something about Chip and Dale or Joanna, I forget. There was food and a good latte involved and that was good. Apparently we also stocked with BBQ and more stuff cause of the “storm” and the temperature that will be about 17 - whatever that means. The Driver who was going to drive today said the weather was going to be “too bad to travel.” Right, like who ever heard of such a thing. We Moose are made for any kind of weather with our superior fur and dynamic fluidity. (ED NOTE - Someone has been reading the “word of the day” calendar again) But what can I do. I have some plans in place but until we move a bit more into real Texas I will just eat and plan and eat some more. Maybe I can get in some target practice. But I still need those pearl handled Colt six-shooters. Hmmmm.