“Memoirs of a moose"

Chapter 1 - Leeches territory

After pondering upon ponders, Avrom decided to go satisfy the mooses insistent urges. He duly booked a ticket to the slow rhythm of an unavoidable female catastrophe. In his minds sexually depraved but nevertheless myopically focused eye he pictured a cosy environment overflowing with scurrying nymphs of hedonistic natures. He even pictured an idyllic scene whereby he would induce the moose to dispose carelessly of her clothing at the very moment her eyes were cast on him, thus satisfying his much discussed ego. He was mistaken. Greatly mistaken.

Having thus perused over the heavenly gildings of his imagination on the national express bus service, Avrom, with formidable grandeur, descended from the service only to be morosely greeted by two dull looking Bangladeshis querying him for their overpriced cabs. He grabbed their touristic offer with gusto. As he proceeded to the meeting point, Avrom swung his newly acquired Primark clothing to and fro with the true bounce only an Italian prince would feel ascending his throne.

An impatient beep greeted him as the unhelpful leech impatiently peeking through her largely rimmed spectacles with her chlorine blue eyes. This was not going to be a princes' reception..