Moosies Perfect Job

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The first in my Tales Of Pawton series about a group of teds living in the city of Pawton. Moosie tries to work his way to a new outfit.

Submitted: February 20, 2011

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Submitted: February 20, 2011

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MOOSIE’S PERFECT JOB

If there was one thing Moosie had never had to worry about, it was money. He often concerned himself with which leather jackets and neckties in his favourite biker shop downtown most complemented his bulky frame, but didn’t ever think of the price before his friend, the little sweetheart Rachael, passed stacks of notes across the counter. Please don’t think poor Moosie was an inconsiderate fellow; he simply had no concept that these mysterious pieces of paper could ever run out. After all, he had been cared for very well ever since his birth in Scarborough, and usually the only thing he was asked to do in return was make sure Rachael was cuddled enough in bed. 

 One Saturday, Moosie set out with Rachael on their weekly shopping expedition, and of course he was very excited when she mentioned the biker shop. Yet, nothing could have prepared him for the glorious sight in the window that morning. Quite simply put, it was the coolest new outfit he could possibly imagine. The leather trousers and jacket were decorated not with the usual images of eagles and skulls, but shiny metal studs forming the outline of antlers. Surely there were no better clothes for a biker moose. Who else could want them more? Bears? Turtles?  No – the outfit was made for him!

With a squeak of delight Moosie rushed into the shop to take a closer look at his prize. As soon as he tried the jacket on, his excitement got the better of him and he begged Rachael to pay for his new favourites at once. If only he had known what the handwritten price tag had declared, he would have buried his enthusiasm, but now he saw to his dismay that Rachael had counted out her remaining money, and shook her head sadly. “I’m sorry Moosie”, she muttered sadly. “I just don’t have enough. And besides, you’ve only had those clothes for a week!”

“But, but....” stuttered a shocked Moosie, hanging his head. Suddenly, a thought came to him. “None of the other teds here always come with their friends. How do they get their money?”

“Well, with a job, of course....” began Rachael, and in the next five minutes the confusion on Moosie’s face gave way to a horrified frown as he realised not every ted could simply lie in bed or go shopping every day. He was about to open his mouth to question why anyone would do such terrible tasks, when the answer finally clicked into place. “If I had a job,” he began slowly, “I could buy things myself, when I wanted, rather than just on Saturdays. I could have a new jacket every day of the week!”

“I don’t think so!” cried Rachael, examining the price tag again. “Not if you want this one! You’d have to get a decent job for quite a while before you thought about getting anything like this.”

“Well, that would be alright”, said Moosie, shuffling his feet in an embarrassed fashion, “as long as I can come home on a night to cuddle you...”

“Of course!”


With those words, the idea was settled. On the way home, Rachael bought Moosie a copy of the Ted Times, and both sat in bed that night running through all the jobs on offer. Unfortunately, times were hard, and there was very little work available, and many teds to fill those places! After ruling out several jobs that would have required Moosie to be trained away from home without cuddles, only three options remained: a teaching assistant post at George’s School for Young Turtles; a mining job at Fred and Emily’s cheese mine down the road, and a tour guide offer in the nearby Pawton city centre.  Quickly, the pair posted applications in time for the first post in the morning, and, curling up, they fell fast asleep in each other’s arms.

Moosie was delighted to pass the first stage of selection for each job, but then came the parts that made him nervous – taster days! In the ted world, most candidates for a job are given basic training on a morning and then carry out the job in question for an afternoon, in place of the usual interview for humans. Moosie was very worried because he was a slow learner, but Rachael and lots of Moosie’s other friends reassured him that he was more capable than he thought.

Therefore, when the time came, Moosie set off on his motorbike to George’s School for Young Turtles with as much confidence as he could muster. Indeed, his friends were right in the sense that he got used to his tasks quite easily in the morning training session, and the teachers that he would be working for seemed impressed by his eagerness. It was a great shock, therefore, when Moosie walked into a classroom for his afternoon taster to the gasps of horror and the cries of little turtles calling for their mummies. As far as he could tell, Moosie had done nothing wrong, and he tried to ignore the initial reaction. However, as soon as he approached the nearest young turtle, her little eyes widened and she shuffled backwards, squeaking “Get him away from me, Mrs. Fluffy!”

The teacher in question had no choice but to lead the bewildered moose away, and offer an embarrassed explanation as Moosie sadly stepped onto his motorbike. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I believe the children are scared of your clothes, and I’m sorry to say they do have some negative connotations. You did well this morning, but I can’t have an assistant that frightens the children.”

Back at home, in bed with Rachael, Moosie could not face the thought of changing his favourite style, and besides, what was the point when he was trying to pay for a similar outfit? “Never mind,” said Fred the mouse. “No-one will be scared of you in a cheese mine. You need to be pretty tough to work there.”

Bravely, Moosie rode out to the mine the next day, trying to forget about his failure at the school. He cheered himself up as he remembered the mouse’s words: he was a pretty tough moose after all. On arrival, he instantly felt more at home with the straight-talking, jolly miners scuttling around the entrance collecting supplies and equipment. His hopes only got higher when he flew through the training procedure in record time, and he began to truly consider working to provide the teds of Pawton with fresh cheese. At least his prize, the amazing antler outfit, would make the animals here respect him even more, not fear him.

Unfortunately, this was not Moosie’s future. The mine inspectors fast-tracked Moosie’s training to a tour of the mine, but as he was led to the shaft entrance, he had to bend down so far to fit his antlers inside he could barely walk along the tunnel. He tried to put on a brave face, but soon fell far behind the others and eventually had to stop due to the pain in his bent back.

Thus ended Moosie’s short-lived mining career. He couldn’t help a tear trickling down his face as he rode towards Rachael’s house, dreading telling his friends of a second failure. There was no way he could help his size or his antlers, but still he believed it was his own fault that he couldn’t carry on down the tunnel. Nevertheless, all his friends offered their sympathy and assured him brightly that the tour guide post would be his perfect job. After all, there was much stranger animals abroad in the city than a biker, and in the open streets his size would not be a problem at all.

Due to this support, it was with a light heart that Moosie approached the tourist office in Pawton on Friday. As he rounded the corner, he was surprised to see a group of animals shuffling impatiently around the office, with a suited bear anxiously scanning up and down the road outside. Approaching Moosie before he had even got off his bike, the bear groaned with relief, “Moosie, I presume? Good, good. Our morning tour guide hasn’t turned up for his first group, and they’ve been waiting half an hour already! It’s time to go in at the deep end, my friend. You know Pawton, yes? Good, do well now and there will be an instant job waiting for you back at the office.”

“No problem sir!” cried Moosie, an image of the antler-studded jacket and pants rising in his mind. And with that, he revved his engine once more, and turning towards the city centre, shouted to the tourists, “Welcome, friends to Pawton! The sooner we get to the centre, the more we can see! Off we go!” His motorbike roared as he zoomed up the road, oblivious to the group’s desperate efforts to keep up on foot.
It was only when someone far behind called for him to stop that he finally realised he was going too fast. Apologising, he tried to ride alongside the group slowly, but found he couldn’t go at such a snail’s pace without falling off. Sadly, he had no choice but to leave his bike locked up at the side of the road and continue on foot.

Now, as you know, Moosie’s main job was to stay in bed all day and all night, to cuddle as necessary. On the odd occasion he did go out, he always used his bike or got carried most of the way by Rachael. Therefore, he wasn’t the fittest of mooses, and soon found that he was out of breath before anyone in his group had even begun to tire. When he got to the first building of interest, he opened his mouth to speak but all that came out were a series of huffs and puffs as he struggled for air. The tourists were sympathetic at first but quickly grew impatient as they stood on the street without anything to do but stare at the building and make their own guesses about its history.

Before long, Moosie’s group had moved on without him to explore the city by themselves. He wobbled his way back to his bike, trying to contain his sobs. He was too ashamed to report back to the office, and hurried home as quickly as possible.

“I’ve failed!” he cried as he burst into the house and buried his face on the bed. His friends simply did not know what to say, and decided to keep quiet for a while. Even Rachael couldn’t cheer him up! For Moosie, it had gone beyond not being able to pay for his outfit. He had failed three times out of three, and at that dark moment he felt he was incapable of achieving anything he wanted.
Although she couldn’t afford the main object of his desire, Rachael decided to buy something in town the following day to cheer up Moosie. She only just managed to persuade him to tag along, in spite of his usual excitement over Saturday trips.

 She had every intention of avoiding the biker shop, but forgot to take a different route. Before she realised where they were, she heard Moosie give a gasp and followed his gaze to the shop window. The antler outfit was still proudly on display, and she quickly tried to change the subject. “I’m sorry, Moosie, we can’t afford it. You did everything you could. Come on, let’s get a lolly or something from down the road...”
“No!” squeaked Moosie, and Rachael realised his gasp was not of despair but amazement. She looked again at the window. There, in a corner next to the jacket, a sign was stuck to the glass. ‘WANTED: Shop Assistant. Inquire inside.’ She turned to speak to Moosie, but he was already running towards the door.

“Well,” said Gruff Bear, the shopkeeper, a minute later. Moosie had shown such happiness at the thought of work in his favourite place in town that Gruff couldn’t resist giving away some details straight away. “You’d have to offer help to customers if they can’t find a certain item, and get them interested in our clothes. It would be nice if you could help them carry their things too. Does all that suit you?”

Once again, Moosie felt confidence surging back into him. “I’m nice and tall so everyone can see me; plus I can look over the entire shop if I stand on tiptoes. I love these clothes myself, so I can tell new customers all about them and show off my own stuff, and best of all, I can hang shopping bags on my antlers!” Plus, I’ll only have to walk around the shop, he thought with great relief.

“It seems settled,” smiled Gruff, “But there is one thing more. I don’t think that jacket and those pants are quite at their best on you. Perhaps you could swap them for a new uniform to start work in?”

“I’m sure I could do that!” cried Moosie, turning to the window. “I know just the thing!”

In one moment, Moosie learnt that what might seem to stop him from doing one thing could be the key to doing something even better, and that, if possible, was even better than his brand new studded clothes! And, on the subject of that outfit, he often laughed with his friends about how his original goal was complete before he even started work. And do you know what he did with all his new money? He bought new clothes for everyone he knew: a nice flowery dress for Rachael and the other girls, and nice smart suits for the boys. As he gave out his presents to the delight of his friends, he smiled and thought one thing: he knew in his heart that doing this was far more fun than getting his own new clothes!

THE END


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