I narrate, “And as the moose slowly amble through the prairie, all the antelopes perk up and admire their delectable horns and stout bodies. Oohhh aahhh, the antelopes whisper.” Willow is cracking up laughing, her voice only traveling through my earbuds, but as her brothers approach, they see her on the screen. Lo is the first to greet his sister. “Look at that moose try to wave,” I continue. “He lifts his hoof and gives a hearty hello to a strange technological device.” Flatly, Lo says, “You’re goddamn weird.” Then he slides into the booth on my left. I gasp. “The moose can speak!” I swivel
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