Hi, everyone. So, I decided to expand this story. This is probably going to be the only expansion, but I'm not positive. Thanks for the enthusiasim you showed with chapter one.
Tyrone was sick of it; peolpe kept trying to use his head as a coat rack. He was a moose, not a piece of furnature!
FLASHBACK
The first time this had happened, he was four years old. There was a little, uh, incident, that occured that time. Being the immature toddler that he was, he did not know how to control his emotions. His grandmother, who did not have any antlers of her own, used his head to hang up her old lady coat. It smelled like bingo and prune juice. Yuck! So Tyrone shook the disgusting pink thing off of his head. Unfortunately, he poked GrammieMoose in the tummy. Okay, he poked her kind of hard. In fact, he may or may not have kinds stabbed her.
"Sorry, GrammieMoose. But think on the bright side! Now you won't have to chew! You can just poke stuff into that tummy hole!"
So GrammieMoose went to the doctor's office. Tyrone started to cry when his mommy told him.
"It's so sad!" he was eventually able to choke out. "Now that the doctor fixed her tummy, she's going to have to chew again!"
"Tyrone, dear, she never chews anyway. All she ever eats is ice cream."
"I want to be like Grammie! Except for, you know, the hole in her tummy."
END OF FLASHBACK
So to this day, Tyrone associated people hanging their things on his head with this awful event. So when his friend, Pablo, tried to balance a chainsaw on his head, Tyrone went nuts with flashbacks. He started dancing around, trying to shake it off of his head. However, it got stuck in his antlers. And is sorta, kinda, maybe turned on. And it sorta, kinda, maybe went through his head.
Pablo cackled evily. He loved his chainsaw.