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On Sunday evening we went out to Montana's for supper. It was one of those days when nobody wanted to cook and, coincidentally, V had a gift card given to her by her employer. The supper out is neither here nor there, but V noticed a large set of moose antlers hanging above our table and the following discussion gives you a taste of the conversation that occurs a Davidson meal. It's not 'Charlie Sheen' crazy...there were no warlocks or Vatican assassins discussed...but in retrospect it seemed a tad odd.
V: "God must have a sense of humour to inflict a set of antlers like that on a creature that has to navigate through thick woods."
AD: "I understand that moose aren't native to this island. Perhaps they wandered through open fields back in their native land."
V: "I suppose..."
AD: "Anyway, don't they rub their antlers against tree trunks to remove that fur every season?"
The Boy: "Dad...it's not fur. It's velvet..."
AD: "And...did you know that there are people who go into the woods and scrape that velvet from the tree trunks, package it up and ship it to factories in the United States? They use it to make those fine portraits of Elvis that are shipped around the world."
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