Horace is determined to photograph the camera-shy-creature--if he can find it.

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He planned to be the first to catch one on film!

One cold and rainy winterís day, Horace Wringwhydner decided that he was going to be the most famous photographer that had ever lived. He was going to be the very first person to take a photograph of the legendary pusillanimoose.

This would not be easy. There was only one pusillanimoose in the world, and it lived in Africa, in the Canyon of the Pusillanimoose, and it almost never, ever left its burrow.

Although the pusillanimoose was a frightening creature, with big mossy moosy antlers, floppy moosy lips, and globs of messy moosy drool dribbling down its fuzzy moosy chin, it was just a big scaredy moose. It was afraid of everything.

Even its own shadow.

And because it was such a scaredy moose, the pusillanimoose would only leave the safety of its burrow during a solar eclipse. Only then would the moon cover the sun and hide the shadow of the pusillanimoose from itself, so that it could graze without fear.

Horace Wringwhydner studied his map of Africa carefully, compared it with the maps and charts of astronomers all over the world, and concluded that a solar eclipse would soon pass directly over the Canyon of the Pusillanimoose. He would have to hurry not to miss this rare opportunity to photograph the legendary animal.

He excitedly gathered his camera and his film and boarded a jet airliner to Africa. Following his map, he raced across the African plains, arriving at the Canyon of the Pusillanimoose only moments before the solar eclipse would begin.

Horace Wringwhydner quickly set up his camera and aimed its long telephoto lens directly into the Canyon of the Pusillanimoose.

Then he waited for the pusillanimoose to appear.

And waited.

And waited.

But the pusillanimoose did not appear.

The solar eclipse was about to end when Horace saw a small something moving around deep in the Canyon of the Pusillanimoose. Curiously, Horace took out his binoculars and looked carefully at the small something.

It had tiny mousy ears and slender mousy whiskers, and it seemed to be eating a blade of grass, which it held in its tiny mousy fingers. But as the solar eclipse ended, and the small somethings shadow appeared, the small something let out a horrible shriek and ran back into its burrow.

And that was when Horace discovered that because of a horrible typographical error on his new map of Africa, he had actually traveled to the Canyon of . . . the Pusillanimouse!

And he didnít even get a picture.