❄️ M. Moose, Esq.: “My Official Statement on Snow” Comic

❄️ M. Moose, Esq.: “My Official Statement on Snow”

Comic

Comic‑Style Monologue, Complete With Dramatic Flair

Panel 1 — Close‑up on M. Moose’s face, eyes wide, snowflakes landing on his snout

“Snow,” I declare, “is nature’s way of reminding us that the world is both beautiful… and mildly inconvenient.”

Each flake lands on my nose like a tiny frozen insult. I blink. It melts. I blink again. Another one replaces it. This is my life now.

Panel 2 — M. Moose trudging through deep drifts, legs disappearing like he’s wading through whipped cream

I step forward.

I sink.

I step again.

I sink deeper.

At this point, I’m not walking — I’m participating in an unsolicited lower‑body workout. My thighs burn with the fire of a thousand suns. My dignity? Frostbitten.

Panel 3 — M. Moose looking up at the sky, snow swirling like a glittery blizzard ballet

But then… I look up.

And the snow is sparkling.

Every flake is a tiny masterpiece, a little icy sermon about God’s creativity.

The whole forest glows like it’s been dipped in powdered sugar.

Even my antlers glisten, which I consider a personal win.

Panel 4 — M. Moose dramatically shivering, icicles hanging from his antlers like chandelier earrings

Do I enjoy the cold

— the kind that sneaks into your bones and sets up a long‑term lease?

No.

But do I admire the aesthetic?

Absolutely.

I look like a walking winter centerpiece from a fancy lodge gift shop.

Panel 5 — M. Moose spotting Marla Moose in the distance, heart-shaped steam puffs rising from his breath

And then…

There she is.

Marla Moose.

Standing in the snow like a Hallmark heroine with perfect fur volume.

Suddenly the snow doesn’t feel cold at all.

My heart floats up like a helium balloon.

My eyes go full googly mode.

I am, in a word, compromised.

Panel 6 — M. Moose slipping on ice, legs everywhere, but smiling like a fool

I attempt to walk toward her.

I immediately slip.

I perform a triple‑axel that would earn at least an A+ on America’s Got Talent.

I land in a snowbank.

She laughs.

I decide winter is my favorite season.

Panel 7 — M. Moose and Marla walking together through sparkling snow

Snow crunches under our hooves.

The world is quiet, soft, holy.

The trees wear white robes.

The air smells like pine and possibility.

And I think:

“Behold, winter is wondrous… especially when shared.”

                                              Susan Barker Nikitenko 2026©

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M Moose and Marla Moose Valentines Day

🎤 Moose Musings: Live From Pinebark Glen, Montana

“A Moose’s Life… With Commentary”

From the Journal & Comedy Routine of M. Moose, Esq.

Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, squirrels, and that one porcupine who always sits in the front row. I am M. Moose, Esq., broadcasting live from the majestic wilderness of Pinebark Glen, Montana, where the mountains are tall, the winters are rude, and the tourists think I’m a lawn ornament.

Let me tell you about life as a real moose.

1. Breakfast Is a Full‑Time Job

Every morning I wake up and immediately begin eating. Not because I’m hungry — but because I’m a moose. It’s what we do. I eat willow branches, birch twigs, and occasionally someone’s decorative shrubbery. If you don’t want me to eat it, don’t plant it. That’s in the Bible somewhere. Probably.

2. My Antlers Are Not Wi‑Fi Antennas

Tourists keep asking if they can “get a signal” by standing near me. No, Karen, you cannot. These antlers are for display, intimidation, and occasionally hanging Christmas lights when the woodland choir gets festive.

3. Winter Is a Personal Attack

Montana winters are no joke. The snow gets so deep I once lost a whole leg in it. Don’t worry — I found it again. But I did quote Psalm 69:2 while searching: “I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing…” Tell me that isn’t a moose verse.

4. Humans Think They’re Quiet

You ever see a hiker trying to sneak up on wildlife? They crunch every leaf, snap every twig, breathe like a malfunctioning accordion, and then whisper, “Do you think he sees us?” Ma’am, I heard you park the car.

5. The Rut: Nature’s Reality Show

Every fall, the bull moose gather to impress the ladies. It’s like America’s Got Talent, except instead of singing, we grunt loudly and smash our heads into trees. I once got a 9.5 from a panel of rabbits. Marla Moose gave me an A+. I fainted.

6. Speaking of Marla Moose…

Every time I see her, my heart floats up like a helium balloon at a church picnic. My eyes go googly. My knees wobble. I become a 1,200‑pound bowl of emotional oatmeal. Behold, Proverbs 18:22 in action.

7. Predators Are Rude

Wolves think they’re sneaky. They’re not. I can hear them whispering strategy like middle‑schoolers planning a prank. “You go left.” “No, YOU go left.” “Is he looking?” Yes. I am looking. And no, you may not have a moose snack today.

8. I Am a Moose of Faith

When life gets tough — when the snow is deep, the wolves are chatty, and Marla Moose walks by looking radiant — I remember Psalm 121:1: “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills…” Which is easy, because I live in the hills.

9. I’ve Learned to Laugh at Myself

I once got my antlers stuck in a hammock. I once fell into a pond while trying to look majestic. I once mistook a scarecrow for a rival bull and challenged it to a duel. Humility is a spiritual gift.

10. Life Lesson From a Talking Moose

If a moose can survive Montana winters, awkward encounters, falling into ponds, and the emotional hurricane known as Marla Moose… then you can survive whatever you’re facing too. God gives strength to the weak, humor to the weary, and joy to those who choose to see it.

As it is written: “The joy of the Lord is your strength.” — Nehemiah 8:10

And that, my friends, concludes tonight’s Moose Musings. Tip your squirrels. Drive safely. And remember: If you see a moose — don’t pet it. We’re majestic, not cuddly.

Susan Barker Nikitenko 2026© NMRMPMPBKBANNABENCOPPASTORGE675876 #3

💘 From the Journal of M. Moose, Esq.

Valentine’s Edition — “Marla Moose and the Melting of My Winter Blues”

Let it be known throughout Pinebark Glen, Montana, that I, M. Moose, Esq., a creature of considerable antler span and emotional depth, have officially fallen victim to the most powerful force known to moosekind: Valentine’s Day feelings.

It all began on a frosty February morning. The kind where your breath freezes mid‑air and your hooves stick to the ground like you’ve been super‑glued by nature. I was trudging through the snow, muttering about winter’s poor attitude, when suddenly — there she was.

Marla Moose.

Stepping out from behind a snow‑dusted pine like the heroine of a woodland romance novel no one asked for but everyone needed.

Her fur shimmered. Her antlers sparkled. Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings dipped in stardust.

And I, noble bull of the Bitterroot Mountains, immediately produced googly eyes so large they could have been used as satellite dishes.

I tried to greet her with dignity. What came out was, “Huh‑bluh‑happy‑Valen‑moose‑day.” She smiled. I melted. The snow melted. The entire hillside may have shifted slightly.

We walked together along the creek, which was frozen solid except for one tiny patch that gurgled like it was cheering us on. She told me she liked my antlers. I told her I liked her… everything. She laughed. I fainted internally.

At one point, she slipped on the ice, and I caught her with the grace of a moose who has practiced this moment in his imagination for months. She said, “You’re strong.” I said, “I lift logs.” She said, “Why?” I said, “Emotional preparation.”

We shared willow branches. We watched the sunset paint the mountains pink. And I remembered Proverbs 18:22: “Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour of the Lord.” I’m not saying Marla Moose is the good thing… but I’m also not not saying it.

As we parted ways, she gave me a small heart-shaped leaf she’d found on the trail. I have placed it in my journal under the heading: “Evidence of Mutual Affection — Preserve Carefully.”

And so, dear reader, I declare this truth: Winter may be cold. Snow may be rude. But love — moose love — is warmer than a Montana sunrise.

And behold, my winter blues have officially been replaced with Valentine’s Day pinks

Susan Barker Nikitenko 2026© NMRMPMPBKBANNABENCOPPASTORGE675876 #3

Poetry And Other Materials On This Site Can Be Freely Used For Christian Bible Centered Non-Profit Ministries And must Remain Unchanged In Any Way. All Other Purposes Are With Permission Only. You May Make Requests At "treasurebox18@yahoo.com" All my poems with stories are both real and fictional designed to illustrate a biblical truth. All Rights Reserved. Please Include Site Name And Link To This Blog. Thank-You.