[ Why do horrible, stupid things always happen to them? All Ann wanted was to spend a little time with one of her dearest friends, exploring a park. Is that too much to ask? Apparently, according to Mr. Moose, it's way too much. ]

How is this even remotely fair? We didn't even do anything--

[ Oh. The moose stomps its foot, dragging it through the ground beneath, and her eyes widen. It is at this point, that Ann stiffens, her entire back straightens. ]

Oh, hell no--! [ They don't even have any sort of weapons. Ann looks to the left, and then to the right, before she grabs for the one and only thing that she can: a twig. She snaps it off of the branch, leaves and all, and hurls it down towards their spectral visitor. ]

No! Go away! Shoo! Bad moose!

[ The twig, which had twirled magnificently, just sort of awkwardly flies through the moose. In turn, the creature snorts and stomps its hoof again, taking a few steps backwards from the tree and lowering its head. Moose rule number three: do NOT throw twigs at them!!

It's definitely going to charge-- ]

Oh no...

[ The moose is gearing up for a full on charge... and here it comes. It slams into the tree full force, causing the entire thing to shake, but they're lucky because despite the shaking... the tree remains standing. And Ann's basically clinging onto the stupid thing at this point. ]

It has to give up and go away, right? Maybe if we go further up, it'll forget we're here?