Midnight at the Electric Moose Avenue

Tai, Justin, Zach, Sol Rey and Tate all share a room in the boys lodge so when I heard a lot of racket I padded down the hall and opened the door.

The blind was half up but at a crazed angle, the lights were on and every boy was out of his bunk leaping around like maddened frogs in a bucket.

"What's all this?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"There's a wolf in the room!" Sol Rey blurted out helpfully. 

I thought sadly that intelligent lads from the big city were not ready yet for the terrors of their own imaginations. 

One of the roommates said that the wolf was actually outside. 

Perhaps there was a grain of truth in this madcap affair.

I roused Bob Vitalo and Ryan Henneberry and the three of us in our night apparel which I will not describe here went out on the porch in the chilly Wyoming darkness.

The crunching gravel did not lie. Two behemoths, well-fed moose walked by. Their enormous chests and powerful legs were more sensed than seen but there was a world of many millions of years when the animal kingdom was not bothered by puny humankind. We were in that deep shadow. We felt a quiet awe and had no wish to be seen as they went about their night mission. The hooves made less and less noise. We have closed the door and are safely tucked into civilization's closet. I will never doubt the testimony of eighth grade boys again.