Its funny how things work out sometimes. The above story fully explains my assumption. “Moose hits RCMP cruiser near Deer Lake”. If it was anyone other than a law enforcement officer in the collision, the article would have been titled “Driver hits moose”, but when a member of the RCMP hits a moose, it’s the moose who actually hit them.
I can see it now. The driver of the squad car sitting innocently in his car (probably scoffing down on a donut from Tim’s) on the side of the road when suddenly a moose appears out of nowhere, going at least 111 km/h and BANG! the moose hits the poor cop car dead on. The moose is pronounced dead at the scene (if he wasn’t he would have been charged with dangerous running or running without a moose license)
The article goes on to explain that the moose did in fact hit the car (their story). The officer was taken to the hospital to treat his injuries. The moose carcass was later removed. No word on whether emergency first aid was performed on the large deer.
I just bet the moose was high on sweet grass at the time and didn’t see the poor cop car. GEEZE Give me a break!
This is my fab five. Hey, if cell phone providers get to have fab fives, why can’t I? Here are my favorite five posts in no particular order. Give em a read and let me know what you think.
- While working away in the city, I got lonesome for home. This inspired me to write about my life before the busy streets and honking horns, and back to a simpler time. The story was entitled A Pot of Tea. When I wrote this story, I wanted to bring the reader deep into the woods with me. I worked especially hard to bring the reader all the sounds and smells of the outdoors. I hope you like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. By the way, I think it just may have brought a tear to my dad’s eye when he read it.
- In an attempt to write a nice Christmas story for my son, I came up with this jewel. The entire story came to me on my way to work one day. When I arrived, I jumped to the keypad and wrote the story from beginning to end in one sitting. I tried to include a bit of my own heritage in the story. My ancestors were French-Indians who were also known as the Mi’Kmaq. The title characters were Mi’Kmaq as well. The story is titled Footprints in the Snow.
- They say that part of the charm of a true Newfoundlander is the ability to laugh at ourselves. Some people around here make it all too easy. I wrote a collection of funny stories that happened to me over the years. In an attempt to draw more readers, I sneakily used the title ‘Boobs’. I bet everyone who showed up thought I was talking about…You Know…!
- For some weird reason, the story I wrote about Marbles drew the most attention from readers. I am not sure whether it was the picture of marbles that drew readers, curiosity of the game of marbles, or fluke. Whatever the reason,I appreciated the attention. Give it a read.
- Maybe I read too many Stephen King novels. Whatever the case, this little nugget came to me while I was asleep. Maybe it was a nightmare. I write my best stuff while sleeping, and that night I had a baloney and mustard sandwich before bed. The story is called The Dark Shadow on Donnely Lane. Hope it doesn’t keep you up at night.
Well that’s it for now. Leave comments, they are all appreciated.