Baree had chosen his bed at a place where the animals came down to drink, and where they crossed from one of the creek forests to the other.

Not long after the bear had disappeared he heard a heavy crunching in the sand, and hoofs rattling against stones, and a bull moose with a huge sweep of antlers passed through the open space in the moonlight.

Baree stared with popping eyes, for if Wakayoo had weighed six hundred pounds, this gigantic creature whose legs were so long that it seemed to be walking on stilts weighed at least twice as much.

A cow moose followed, and then a calf.
The calf seemed all legs.

It was too much for Baree, and he shoved himself farther and farther back under the rock until he lay wedged in like a sardine in a box.