Subject: Hazardous wildlife This tale did the rounds a few years ago. An evening walk brought it to mind. This being the time of year when prairie farmers have little to do but pray that it doesn't hail or snow before they can get their crop off, these farmers become prone to taking long walks around their fields. Perhaps they're inspecting their fields for signs of insects or disease, or maybe they figure that the Almighty will cause Fortune to be kinder to them if they pray with each plant individually. On one such stroll, 'round about sunset, a northern farmer passed by a slough near the edge of his land, where he chanced to hear two lady mosquitos talking, one to the other. Now the occasional moose has been known to wander down out of the forests and stray into the farmland around Prince Albert. One such moose had been unfortunate enough to wander into this particular slough. These two mosquitos were holding the poor beast fast while they debated whether to drain it on the spot or to drag it over to the other side of the slough before dining. Said the one, "The other side of the slough is MUCH more scenic and would provide a far superior setting for a fine meal such as this." Her companion replied, "I still say that if we don't eat our lovely moose here, the big mosquitos will come and take it away." --