A Boy and His Muskox

It's good to have a friend like my muskox Ovibus. Dad got him a few years ago in Alaska. He protects my head from hitting the posts in my changing table. He stands right there, quietly enduring jostling and bumping. He is always patient and he never complains. My dad says he is stoic.

You can see Ovibus on the job in this photo.


Here Ovibus has come out to say Hello. Or, well, he said something. He makes a sound like "Murrrumph", and sometimes I can't quite tell what he means. But that's okay, he's my pal so we don't need to talk much.