We picked Grandma up from the airport today, and somehow the talk on the ride home centered around homonyms: two words that sound the same but mean different things. It started with "loot" (as in "Grandma brought lots of loot for the kids") and "lute" (as in, "didn't we buy a lute that's a musical instrument aboard the USS Constitution?"), then went on to mousse and moose, inspiring this:
Grandma: "I saw a moose once in Colorado, and it was the biggest, hugest animal I ever saw, except for an elephant!"
Dash: "I know. I saw a moose once, but I scared it away."
Grandma: "In Vermont?"
Dash: "Yep. Once, I had to go outside with my emergency whistle and my binoculars, and there was a moose. I was like 'Dude, there's a moose over here!'-- and then I realized I was wearing my hat. And mooses (sic) don't like hats, but it was okay, because I scared him away."
The end.
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