I just woke up from this dream with this final
image in my head. A bunch of lupine soldiers
sitting around on bivouac out in the brush, about
to tie into their MRE's ((Moose Ready to Eat) it
says so right on the packages). One wolf (with
a goggle eyed expression) has just opened his
and a sexy, barely clad moose babe (complete
with dance-pole) has just popped out. All the
other soldiers have disgusted looks on their
faces and one's muttering, "Dammit! that's the
third time this week he's gotten one from the
Vegas packing plant."