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?