A moose was attracted to the plaintive sounds of a teenager's saxophone.

At least that's what the story says. Question to the copy editor who wrote the headline, though--who taught the moose's son to play the sax? It reminds me of the old joke that Groucho told about shooting an elephant in his pajamas.

Here's a contest, for the best guess at what the song was. Somehow I doubt if it was "Embraceable You..."

"Indian Love Call" - the old Nelson Eddy/Jeanette MacDonald chesnut, of course.

email is hume readable - aloud

"The hills are alive with the sound of moose-ic"

(Someone had to do the obvious one.)

In more than one column, Dave Barry has commented on the tendency for (almost always male) mooses to fall in love with completely inappropriate objects- such as lawn tractors.

Sad desperation that most guys can relate to....

I'm reminded of the old chestnut about the difference between a campfire and a banjo. That being: "after a while, most people will stop jumping up and down on a campfire."

I suspect the moose wanted that saxophone dead.

LOL I guess that would depend on just how good (or bad) a player the kid was!