It was a quiet evening at the monastery, and the sisters were drifting up to bed. Our “door-locking” sister was doing her nightly rounds when she caught a glimpse of something thrashing about in our backyard pond. Calling everyone over, she grabbed the binoculars only to find… not the Loch Ness monster, but a moose!
Four hours and an emergency rescue crew later, the moose was still there. They had tried everything: calling it, coaxing it with ropes and sticks, draining the water from the pond and placing a carpet on the edge to encourage its departure. Even with all their diligence and dedication, that burly creature just couldn’t, or wouldn’t, find its way out.
Finally, we all decided to thank the committed men for their service and head to bed. Perhaps the moose would, in the still of the night, make its own escape.
Then, in the early hours of the morning, we peered out with our sleepy eyes into the pond—now definitively moose-less! The only remains were a carpet, a half-drained reservoir, a few empty bags of popcorn and pictures, of course, to help tell the story for years to come.
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