hello, Sleepy
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Last night after the diving semifinal, we were sauntering out of the Olympics venue when we were approached by a young (Korean) couple, who asked if we were from Canada. They handed us a plush moose toy, which had a laminated carboard card on a shoestring around its neck. It explained that the moose had come from a Grade 3 class in Aylmer, Ontario, and was a project from a Social Studies class. It was due back in Aylmer in May of 2000, but the journal in its denim, hand-made backpack indicated that the moose had been holing up in a hotel in Sydney for four or five months. I contacted the school via their email address, wondering if they were keen on getting the moose back immediately, cos we thought we'd take it to Uluru (Ayer's Rock) with us.