[ Humming, Ann squints at the moose, who still seems to pace about as if completely unaware of the dynamic duo observing it. Unlike her dear friend, she has seen moose in the wild. Her time in Finland gave her the opportunity to see plenty of them wandering the outskirts of forests and, on the rare occasion, crossing a street or two. ]

They're pretty huge, yeah. Um... this one is a lot bigger than the ones I've seen, though.

[ Large and intimidating, but beautiful in a way all the same. ]

You're probably right. Something tells me it isn't the type to eat apples from our hands and play nice.