Daniel Manus Pinkwater
Once upon a blue moose, there was a little restaurant at the edge of the big woods. Mr. Breton was happy running the restaurant. He liked to cook, but he didn't like it much when winter came and the north wind blew and froze everything solid.
Then one day a blue moose, who also didn't like the cold, came to his door and asked to come in. Mr. Breton said sure, and served the moose some clam chowder. The moose liked the soup, and decided to stay.