Author: Louis Slobodkin
Copyright Date: 1957
Publisher: Macmillan, Vanguard
Pagination: 36 p.
One morning, Melvin the moose child put his head out of the bush where he had slept, and he blinked.
The first thing he thought about was that he was hungry. And after his mother, Mrs. Moose, had given him some nice warm milk he thought of something else.
“Mama,” he said. “I do wish some nice moose children would come and play with me today.”
“I’m afraid you won’t see any other moose children around here,” said his mother. “Moose children live up in the north woods. We live in the south woods.”
“Why do we live in the south woods?” asked Melvin.
“Well,” said his mother, “that was your father’s idea. He caught too many colds up north and we moved south for his health.”
“Oh,” said Melvin. “But I do wish I could find some moose children to play with ... Mama, which way is north?”
Mrs. Moose pointed her nose towards the great cold north. “That way is north, Melvin,” she said.
“Mama, may I go north until I find some moose children?” asked Melvin.
“Yes,” said his mother. “Yes, you may. But do be careful crossing the streams and don’t go too far north. Remember you are only wearing your summer coat of fur.”
“Yes, mama,” said Melvin. “Goodby, mama.”
“Goodby, Melvin,” said his mother.
And Melvin walked and hopped and skipped through the wood toward the north looking for moose children.