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(created 2013-08-24 08:47):
This story all starts in a forest, somewhere in Sweden where your average moose lives, Moose.
Moose and other moose's lived a happy life in the forest. Back then, there were only people that came to have a pick-nick or take a swim in the lake.
But after a while, more people came to the forest, and not only pleasure seekers. Over time there came more and more moose hunters.
The foresters were refused to leave, because it was too dangerous. Many moose's were horribly injured, some even killed.
Moose and his parents had found a cave to hide from the gunshots, and Moose's dad always gave him the sign to never leave the cave without permission.
On a morning, when Moose woke up, he wandered around in the cave; he didn't see his mom and dad.
He remembered that his dad told him never to leave the cave, but this time, it was an emergency and he decided to go in the forest.
After a few hours while the rain was pouring down, he saw two moose's on the ground. Moose's mom and dad were shot by the hunters.
He heard voices of men in the background, panicked and ran away while the men tried to shoot him.
They managed to shoot his right antler off, but Moose was happy enough to make it all the way back to the cave.
He was mad and craved for revenge. He set up a plan to go to the OOF (Office Of Foresters) so he could protect other moose's from getting injured or worse. The next day, when he came to the OOF, that was just a few meters from the forest, he smashed the door and saw on the last door of the hallway a sign that said 'Boss'.
He charged and knocked the door down. Behind the door was an old man, breathless in a corner staring with big eyes.
"I want to apply as forester." The man looked at him with a grin on his face. He started laughing.
-"Or what?" "Or I'll crush you to a pile of dust!"
Moose rested his right leg on the man's belly, ready to stomp right trough it.
"Alright, you'll get the job, but p-p-please, don't hurt me! Please!"
"The uniforms are in the 3rd door left!" said the man in fear. Moose went to the small room in a closet filled with sandy and green colored uniforms. When he put on the uniform, he came back to the man's office and asked him: "Uhm, this one is a bit small, can I have a bigger size please...?"
-"B-b-but, that's the biggest size I have!"
TO BE CONTINUED
From that very day, Moose protected (in his too tight uniform) the forest of lumberjacks, hunters and other people that try to ruin nature of the forest.
The End.
Thanks for reading my cheesy back story, hope you like it!