Jack and his family live in Johnstown, Alaska. He lives in a house way to small for his family of seven, even though his father is the wealthiest in town. His dad, Evan, is the only animal veterinarian in the whole county, so all the wounded animals come to him. One warm, relaxing, October night, nobody in the Bostinn family could sleep because of an awful wailing from behind the house. Is it a cow, or a moose, Jack thought. Moose are very rare where he lives, and he has never seen one. He tried falling asleep, but the sound kept him awake. At 12:15 Jacks dad came trampling down the steps.
"Okay, I have had enough of this!" he yelled. Out the back door he went. About ten minutes later his dad yelled, " Jack, come here!" After Jack put on his hat and jacket, he went out.
"Oh my, it's a moose!" Jack exclaimed.
"It almost looks like it got cut by razors," explained Jacks dad. Sure enough, along all four legs, the moose had about seventy-five cuts, some worse than others.
"I know just how to fix this! Jack, go hitch the trailer onto the truck and get it warmed up. We are going to bring it to my office to get it stitched up." Jack listened to his father and got the trailer hooked up and got the old '99 Chevy warmed up. In no more than thirty minutes, his dad had the moose stitched up and in his veterinarian office ready to go back into the wild.
"Jack, I put in some special stitches that will decompose and fall out after the wounds are healed." Ten minutes later, they let the moose go. He walked away without barely even limping.
"How do you do it, dad? I mean, make it how the moose can barely even feel it."
"Lots of practice, son, lots and lots of practice."
"Okay, I have had enough of this!" he yelled. Out the back door he went. About ten minutes later his dad yelled, " Jack, come here!" After Jack put on his hat and jacket, he went out.
"Oh my, it's a moose!" Jack exclaimed.
"It almost looks like it got cut by razors," explained Jacks dad. Sure enough, along all four legs, the moose had about seventy-five cuts, some worse than others.
"I know just how to fix this! Jack, go hitch the trailer onto the truck and get it warmed up. We are going to bring it to my office to get it stitched up." Jack listened to his father and got the trailer hooked up and got the old '99 Chevy warmed up. In no more than thirty minutes, his dad had the moose stitched up and in his veterinarian office ready to go back into the wild.
"Jack, I put in some special stitches that will decompose and fall out after the wounds are healed." Ten minutes later, they let the moose go. He walked away without barely even limping.
"How do you do it, dad? I mean, make it how the moose can barely even feel it."
"Lots of practice, son, lots and lots of practice."
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