Rutt and Sam frolicked through the scrubby foliage of Stone Age North America, intent on making use of the first days of the warm season. The moose brothers were happy to spend their time just hanging around the forest. After all, they were brothers, and the best of friends. Rutt, said Sam, come over here.

What is it, eh?

I smell something... Odd.

Hmm, it smells like... Oh!

What, Rutt?

Eh, it's the start of the mating season Sam!

Wha- eh.

Hey, what's the matter, aren't you excited?

Um, not really.

Well, why not eh?

No reason.

Come on, there's somethin' wrong, Sam.

Well, it's a pretty awkward reason.

That's okay, eh! Just get it off your chest!

...

Sam...

I- I like you. Okay? Not- in a brother way. In a mate way.

Wait, really?

Yes.

Me too, eh!

Seriously?!

Yeah eh! This is great!

They run off deeper into the forest, and stop at some close-growing aspens. They then proceed to make passionate moose love.