He fell in love with the moon. Night after unsuccessful night.

Trying to kiss her. He developed a major depression. His body became

emaciated. Lost his will to haunt and his long neck got stagnant.

Causing him to lose agility in his pursuit for lunch and dinner.

When night came…it was a sad escenario. He would howled and

howled in a pitiful cry. I’d throw him pieces of beef…he would ignore

and time went by…one evening I didn’t see him anymore.

Guess he decided to go to the North mountain to make his last appeal.

The place looked awfully empty next day.

EO