Dear Diary:
����A thoughtful friend of my pet moose Mortimer sent me a news article about what could happen if his wife, Dutchie, doesn't get to Canada soon.
I'm thinking it might be a good idea if Dutchie gets here pronto.
Wednesday March 21 7:57 AM ET
Sex-Starved Moose Defecates on Car
OSLO (Reuters) - A sex-starved moose in Norway mistook a small, yellow car for a would-be partner, but defecated on it after it got no response.
Leif Borgersen, owner of the Ford Ka model, told the Norwegian regional daily Telemarksavisa Tuesday that he found his car bathed in lick marks, saliva and moose excrement.
Borgersen says the moose left its mark on the front yard of his home in Lardal, about 125 miles southwest of Oslo.
``The front yard was simply transformed into an outdoor toilet,'' he said. ``I'm a bit uncertain whether I should take the risk of letting the car stand alone and defenseless on the front yard from now on.''
There was no damage to the car apart from the sideview mirror that was bent backwards.
����Right now Mortimer is down in Colorado visiting the lovely, the charming Gizmonator as part of the festive celebration of our recent defeat of Team Betronic Design during a hard fought SETI war.
����Um, Giz? You might want to keep an eye on your car, eh.
--Marn
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