SO! I am going to INVENT something thought provoking:
So yesterday, I was tromping through a field of daisies, just content with life in general, when I saw a moose with seven heads and eleven legs approaching at a rapid pace. Within inches of trampelling me to death, the moose stopped dead, and we just stared at each other for a few moments.
In those moments, I thought about a lot of things. I thought about my life, and what I had accomplished so far. I wondered how my friends would have felt if I'd met my untimely demise at the hooves of a mutated moose. I thought about death, what happens next?
Then I thought, what about the moose? What kind of a life has he lead, having so many extra appendages? Do the other moose make fun of him? More importantly: What type of an animal must a seven-headed, eleven-legged moose be, to stop so suddenly after being made aware of the life in front of him, hanging in the balance?
And after I had finished thinking, the moose turned around and bounded away. And I continued my trek through the daisies.
