Cullens in Canada

"Put her down," Edward warned, glaring at Emmett as he held Renesmee upside-down, six feet off the ground.

Emmett let go of one of her feet to put a finger to his lips and point to a clueless moose standing a short distance away. Edward raised an eyebrow at him, and shook his head. Emmett nodded, sneaking towards the moose and lowering Renesmee carefully onto its back, upside-up and downside-down.

The moose raised its head sharply, confused. After a few seconds of looking in every direction, it looked at the ground again. Renesmee kicked it like a horse, and it started walking away from the bush it was eating. They moved slowly – not nearly as fast as Alice was.

She and her moose charged by, and we moved out of the way to accommodate the terrified animal. Renesmee's moose ran into the forest, moving fast enough to make her scream aloud.

"Run, Elliot, run!" Alice yelled, laughing like an overexcited child. Her moose bucked, and she held onto its antlers, bouncing along happily. "Follow that moose, Elliot! Follow Bullwinkle!" She turned her moose – Elliot – towards the place where Renesmee disappeared with her moose – Bullwinkle – and followed them into the trees.

I rolled my eyes, turning away from the scene. Most of this hunt consisted of finding moose – or, as Emmett called them, meese – just to scare them away. The first one we saw was going to be my lunch, but instead, Emmett decided to go moose-tipping, and it didn't feel right to eat an animal that was stuck in the snow because its antlers had dug into the ground.

Still, I was relatively entertained. Edward stayed beside me the entire time, laughing at everything – except the moose-back riding, which he said was unfair to the moose. I had shrugged, thinking that it looked like a lot of fun.

Emmett stood on the other side of the small clearing with a huge grin on his face. He turned to us and said, "You two can go do whatever; I gotta find a polar bear before we leave." He ran straight north, and I wondered how long it would be before he reached Nunavut.

"Come on," Edward said excitedly, towing me through the trees in no certain direction. I sincerely hoped he wasn't going to throw a polar bear at me.

"Where are we going?" I whispered, looking at the white forest around me. I saw a grey squirrel run up a tree and said, "Hey look, it's Rocky!"

Edward chuckled and stopped walking suddenly, pointing to a rather large and scary-looking moose. We stood there looking at it for about a minute before he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I didn't object because I knew it would be useless. I could, however, get a point across.

"When I get back, you are so murdered," I muttered, and he flipped me onto the moose with a wild grin.

As soon as I hit its back, it jumped and started running. I turned my body quickly, not wanting to ride on this particular moose at all, but deciding Western was better than English. I took a note from Alice and held onto its antlers tightly.

Even though I was irrationally scared of this moose, I was having fun. We flew through the forest at a very fast pace for a moose of its size. I laughed as the moose wove around trees and bushes, and, being foolish, I closed my eyes and let go of its antlers, balancing myself easily.

After a few minutes of running madly, I heard Alice's voice. She seemed to be explaining something to Renesmee, on the topic of polar bears. We came closer, and I heard both of their moose run off.

"Bella, watch out!" Alice called, and I opened my eyes just as my moose stopped dead in its tracks, flinging me off its back at a ridiculous speed.

I was in the air – upside-down – for one full second before I flew through a tree, taking the top half with me as I continued through the forest. I collided with another tree before I slid up the side of a hill, making the two tree halves behind me explode into hundreds of pieces. I slid up the hill on my back, wondering if I would go through the hill if I planted my feet and deciding not to.

I slowed down quickly and came to a full stop at the top of the hill.

Oh no, I thought as I felt myself start to slide down the other side. Oh nonononononononononononononono! I pushed my feet into the snow, and the force of gravity pulled me so I was standing, looking down at another part of the forest. I was a little bit afraid to turn around, because I didn't want to see the damage I had caused. I knew I had to, though.

I pursed my lips and turned slowly to see my path of destruction and cringed when I saw that it was worse – way worse – than I had hoped.

Coming up the hill, I had stripped away all signs of life, leaving overturned dirt from underneath snow and grass that was no longer there. The trees at the bottom were gone, and only a few stumps were left. Chunks of wood were scattered along where I hit the hill, and I assumed some of them had killed the other trees. Straight down the line, the two trees I flew through were nonexistent – just two more stumps for Canadian wildlife to worry about.

I shook the snow and grass off of me. There was even some dirt up the back of my shirt, from when I came up the hill. There were chunks of tree in my hair, along with most of the grass and snow.

Alice, Renesmee, and Edward came running out of the forest to stand at the bottom of the hill. I looked down at them and waved, wondering how many animals I had killed, along with the trees. Their expressions were relatively neutral, as if it was normal for me to fly off a moose and through a forest. I felt my face change from a disappointed frown to a huge grin, finding myself saying something amazingly stupid.

"That was awesome! Can we do it again?!"