I think we paid either $7.99 or $8.99 plus tacks at the gift shop in the Space Needle in Seattle for the adoption of Moos (it is all legalized).
I just axed Moos what he thinks he is currently worth.
“A bunch. No, a bunch of bunches. Butt I am nott a sell-~OUTT. However, the word quintillion sounds inneresting. Tell me more.“
He will nott be sold. I need him as my co-driver on the I-80 haulage. And, altho he is often a moody, demanding, intransigent, fly-off-the-handle-spiting-mad little moose and a devious prankster, he can also be funny as heck sometimes.
Scenes from that fateful day
Moos‘ only formal driving instruction was playing a lot of Crazy Taxi