Same moose, different day.
Guess who was standing in the path along the river AGAIN. And he didn't look like he'd had his coffee yet.
I could choose to try and slip by the big critter browsing on branches.
Nope, nope, nope.
I took the road less traveled and found my way through the brush and brambles and left Bullwinkle to his breakfast.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.