Beware the Weremoose!
Weremoose By Night! 10/24/07
There’s allegedly a large moose population up in Maine, but we didn’t see a single antler on our recent trip. Saw lots of hunters, though. Maybe there’s a correlation.
Anyway, beware the weremoose, for as the saying goes:
Even a man who is pure in heart
and says his prayers by night
may become a [moose] when the [moosebane] blooms
and the autumn moon is bright.
Ah yes…the dreaded Weremoose, bane of New England’s innocent, fun-seeking sportsmen. Mmmmm. I feel you’ve captured his essence, perhaps a bit too well, hmmmm? Well, we’ll let you keep your little secrets for now my friend. I’m reminded of Jebidiah Hooknose’s well known book of Haiku on the forests of New England, “Trees, Grass, and the Succubus”. And I quote,
Antlers forged in doom
Hooves that toll the bells of hell
the weremoose cometh.
Watch your back brother.
Now that’s a bad ass weremoose! Mega cool!