A Lack Of Moosiness =[ {Open}

[Sivoncé™]

Grim padded through the woodlands, moping as always. He'd wandered into the Moose Bothers, but had absolutely no intention of poking around with the moose. They'd probably kick him, for the weight of his sorrow was too heavy for him to move away fast enough from their hooves of rage. He settled for resting in the shade of a maple tree, pondering his existence in solitude. I wonder if there's an end to this...this is simply a pathetic way of being.