Something elks entirely

ZINGO! Driving with Uncle Moe to the jelly was always a joy. Clavicle... Rain meter... Hub cap... Slipping away from school was the joy of the new dream, warm and cozy with hot breakfast, slowly giving way to a shiver working its way through my whole body. He dashed his head on the wall. Odd. Don't all living beings strive for survival? Search engine... I dreamed within the dream of dreaming of the... I didn't even like to think about the monster, or say his name.

Monsters always come at night. Cheerleaders are the worst. Such a huge mound of bullshit packed into such a small, too slender body. Then as the darkest dark encroaches, no moon at all, shadows devaporize into semi-solid form, a sign points to the zoo.

Were you dreaming? Why, we all were... Zoo: A Place To Store Animals. Turing machine... Ten-foot pole... Past wolverines and feral turkeys... and then, something elks entirely.