He pauses and looks at me, "A moose," he says.
This makes me stop to look at him in return. "Sam, do you even know what a moose is?"
He looks around, spots a rabbit and stares at it for a minute. He has a wonderful concept of the human language, but I have stumped him. He looks back at me then, over his left shoulder, and grins. "Two moose?" he asks.
All I can do is sigh and smile at him. "I will see what I can do," I respond.
His wide grin gets wider. Satisfied, he resumes his journey, eager to make sure no bunnies have strayed into the yard.