"You go ahead and get yourself in the house; I'm going to bring Mr. Georgie in," I say to Tori, turning off the engine of my car. "Okie, dokie, I'll take the food in." She says back, grabbing the three plastic bags on the floorboard in front of her. Jumping out of the car, I open the back door to my car and grip onto the huge moose, and drag it out of my back seat. He wasn't heavy, but he was super awkward to carry. Setting Mr. Georgie down on the ground, I stare at him in silence. "You're a big dude." I finally say, throwing my arms around him to lift him. I was never more grateful not to have neighbors than I was right now. I could see people looking out their windows at me, manhandling a giant moose. "Carl, he's doing weird stuff again. He's wrestling a giant stuffed moose. I'm tellin
