Moose and moose
I cleared out a box of diaries I kept wayyyyy back to June of 1982, when nine-year-old Luke wrote some interesting stories. I used one to draw this picture last night: a story about Moose the Cat, whose joy in life was to kill and eat birds.
One day Moose spotted a tasty looking bird, but he realized he couldn’t kill the bird when he heard his name was Moose. Same as his. Moose the Bird convinces him they should hang out and discuss eating other things, and he gets real bossy and mad.
He tells Moose the Cat that he did not appreciate the way he killed his Aunt Judy, putting her head on someone’s front porch and her legs on their back porch.
Moose the Cat apologizes, and to make up for it, he lets Moose the Bird stand on his head so all the rest of his bird family will know he has succeeded in stopping all these murders.
The story ends with Moose the Bird changing his name to Cow because both Moose and Moose keep saying “what?!” at the same time every time they hear their name, and Cow teaches Moose the Cat to eat hot dogs.