The Silver Moose

When we first drove by, my co-passenger said, "Did you see the moose?"

"No, where?"

"Back in front of that store."

I looked through the rear windshield and caught a glimpse of it between parked cars. "It's silver," I said.

"We can pull in and look at it on our way back."

Having seen a variety of sheep, moose, and hearts made over by artists in various cities over the past several years, I wasn't surprised by the presence of the shiny moose.

However, later, when we pulled up to it and I saw the light pulsing across its eye socket, I exclaimed, "It's a Battlestar Galactica moose!" and then in wondrous recognition, "It's a cylon moose."






The level of detail was quite impressive. If it hadn't been raining, I would've checked it out more thoroughly.


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