Rutt knew there was a problem. Course he'd never ask for help on the problem. The only person he could turn to, was the said problem. He was in love with his older brother, Tuke. Tuke was the only moose in the herd that would actually stand his presence once their 2 birthday pasted. Heck, his mother wouldn't even look at him. It wasn't really his fault he was like this. He did get trampled be a half of herd of elk as a calf. Okay, a whole herd! But it wasn't his fault.

Rutt watched his brother flirt with the beautiful moosettes. True, they were babes. But Tuke was his brother. Rutt's brother was Tuke. But Tuke needed the moosettes. And Rutt needed him. He felt his large and delicate moose heart break as he watched his only brother rub nosed with one of them.

"At least he's happy..." Rutt sulked. He walked to the edge of the lake and watched the moon rise high in the dark, clear, midnight sky. Sound hoof beats echoed off the stone by the lake. He turned to meet the dark furred moose. Tuke sat beside his lighter counter part.

"Say Rutt, how'd think largish bear and smallish bear a doing with that two-leg girl, eh?" Tuke asked. Rutt didn't reply. Of course, Tuke did not notice how his own brother was going to break with the small word.

"Little brother, are you feeling well? (I really wanted to write You Good Bro?)" He nudged with smaller moose.

"Tuke, you love me right?" Rutt blurted out while still looking out to the moon lite lake. The star shone through the perfectly clear sky. He needed to know did Tuke love him? Even if it was the way Rutt wanted. He needed to know.

"Of course I love you Rutt. You are my little brother!" Tuke answered as he walked back to the swooning moosettes fawning over the fact that Tuke cared for his brother. And Rutt still had his body on the edge of the lake. And below him was the ripples that rain make in the water. But rain wasn't salty, nor did it come from the eyes of a broken hearted moose.