....Once upon a time there were three moose. Or Meese. Or mooses. Anyhoo, it came to pass in the late fall of the year 1802 that the biggest of the moosteses, Fabian, was called upon by his two pals to build a warming fire near the center of the Moose Palazzo. Fabian complied, and the three Moosapatamians settled down near the fire to roast their evening's repast, which happened to be a wonderful bunch of wild radishes. What happened next is the stuff legends are made of, however I have forgotten what it was. Does anyone remember?
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I do, the radishes began to repeat on the moossi as they often do. This paticular time it seemed that the repeating was sounding out to the tune of, As The Saints Come Marching In. Starnger thing have never happened...
Sure I do. I have the book…
The events leading up to dinner were nothing short of very exciting as well, but without spoiling the ending, here’s what happened at dinner that night:
Doug, the middle moose said,” If we cut the leafy tops off of the radishes, we can steep them which makes a wonderfully hallucinogenic tea.” And they did just that.
When they finished their tea Mini-Moose, the smallest of the three (and bearing a striking resemblance to Fabian) carefully collected the tea leaves and was just about to tell their fortunes when a powerful and very RARE dust storm blew in out of nowhere. It doused their lovely fire, scattered the tea leaves to the four winds, and rendered the three temporarily sightless. Very shortly after that they ALL began to feel the effects of the tea. They “saw” things. They “saw” things that would curl your antlers.
When they got home they sold their story to Random House.
Royalty checks allowed the three to live out their days quite comfortably.
Today the story of the Three Blind Meese is read around campfires from here to Moosepatamia.
And that is also why radishes are used as a garnish to this day. You see, after the incident rumors spread and the inhabitants of Moose Palazza, being a very superstitious bunch, began to associate the fact that the radishes were the entrée that fateful night with the sudden appearance of rare and dangerous occurrences such as dust storms. No one in the village even ate them for years afterward, and NEVER as the entrée. It wasn’t until 1811 that radishes were re-introduced into culinary acceptance, but only as a garnish.
...thnak you Lu and Dice for having the imagination and playfulness required here...Bravo!!! Two great stories!!....there must be more out there somewhere...
Oh ya, put the pressure on!
How I remember it, was that two of those big boys just happened to at the exact same time, let out a big ole whoof of a fart sitting to close to the fire. It was all over in a flash. Then the fat lady got up and sang "Moose Turd Pie"
Then the fat lady got up and sang "Moose Turd Pie"
HA!
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