So with a moose in my closset, and these mice in my ears, you ask me to spy a Walrus ?
So the moose turns into geese and our geese turn to a moose and the walrus turns into a
hundred clams ?
Then ! our new moose stomps the clams until shining silver coats the sand and 1 crying gold
fairy cries a space elf..
The geese eat the silver and fly away gold ducks.. but nothing really changed for them at all.