The Moose and the Goal Post

11/16/17

The Postman knew his goal… simple: deliver the Post, The Times, The WSJ.

Hey, Mr. Postman, Klaus, ring as quietly as mouse nibbling on a grain of rice.

The Postman, Klaus, rang twice.

Should have knocked softer still.

Still will the door squeak? All these bills!

Freak!

Don’t freak out, you over-the-hill, over-stuffed lout!

Ah that’s what it’s about: His anger boiled.

The front door was oiled, it stopped sounding like a moose and her herd.

Klaus, a sometimes, off-and-on-again nerd none-the-less.

imagined, all the imaginary moose- should we use the plural “mice?” had the distinct feeling that every time they achieved something, rather than being praised or even allowed to celebrate their successes (such as leaving the apartment quietly), they were tasked with another challenge.

A star moose, the starring imaginary moose extraordinaire, in her imaginary imagination visualized a dualism: a world where all moose/mice could become the most moose possible, where each moose helped other moose to the extent that help was needed.

The world of moose was egalitarian. Rich moose contributed goods and goals and services, less fortunate moose contributed labor receiving opportunities for personal and familial advancement. As everyone was fully engaged, well-fed and safe, there was no envy, no fear. To be clear

There were infinite chores

There was no war...

The post-goal phantasmagorical fantasy continued:

By giving the minimum help (adolescent mouse were dropped in a city far from home having to make their way back to their families in the forest), moose learned to fend for themselves and by being inculcated into a culture of helpfulness, they furthered moosedom- such as it was in the phantasmagorical fantasyland, such was Mr. Postman, Klaus’ fantasy on off days of mythological moose who sprang into full grown moosedom, reaching the goal: whenever an un-oiled door opened in the early morning when a spouse mouse tried to quietly go to work,  quietly as a moose.