Oh boy, this is going to be fun!
Edith stood back and looked at her efforts; surely this year hers would be the best dressed moose in town.
The competition had come about because the Mayor of the time was fed up with garden and pet shows. He wanted something different, something that would stand out, and hit on the idea of the Best Dressed Moose from watching an animated story with his grandson.
Edith had recently had new curtains and decided to recycle the old ones on her moose.
The hat she came across at a jumble sale, though it was a shame she couldn’t find a matching handbag, and the frilly knickers she actually pinched off someone’s washing line as they were just perfect for the back end of her entry.
However, it was the beads that gave it that special panache, a touch a classy elegance.
She could almost see the first prize rosette attached to the lapel.
This was his punishment.
Today of all days, he got the short straw, but
there was no way he was going to milk that moose!