It’s dark. The floor’s
trap door rises; a figure emerges. It’s got a man’s body but a moose’s antlered
head. I am terrified.
It’s the living room of
my 1965–1971 house, but there is no furniture. Bare wood floors, a fireplace.
My mother reports my
fear of Captain Kangaroo’s Mr. Moose.
Hard to imagine. I wonder which came first?
The strange things that terrify young children. I found the captain's hairdo a bit alarming, myself.
ReplyDeleteI hear that.
DeleteI barely remember Mr. Moose, although I think Mr. Green jeans is the reason I married a farmer's son.
ReplyDeleteNice
DeleteHow did you feel about Bullwinkle?
ReplyDeleteI love Bullwinkle. Always have. I must have gotten over my fear of Mr. Moose somehow or just been enchanted with the banter from a young age.
DeleteI don't remember Mr. Moose. My memory of Mr. Green Jeans, however, is vivid. Maybe this explains why I live in on an old farm. (Thanks, Dona.)
ReplyDeleteOh no, but he's so cute. (I googled him.) Which came first indeed?
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