Me and my Mooze

It was around Christmas, everyone with their family at the dinner table feasting on delicious food. Well I don't have a family, it's only me and my stuffed moose living on the streets. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Zepler Z. Zeckle and this is my stuffed moose, I call him, Mooze. Me and him have been living on the streets for over the past 13 years. Awhile ago in the country of Italy, my family and I were going on a trip America. While the flight was half way there engine 1 exploded. We all gasped with fear. " Oh great there goes engine 2." I said. We crashed on an island right of the coast of California. They sent our family out to get help. We denied what they were forcing us to do. So they threw my family out to the sharks. Right before they had done that my parents had found a raft and told me to paddle back to California for help. So I did what In had to. After I had heard about my parents, I didn't want to help them anymore. So now comes the present days. I've been looking for any job, hopefully I'll get one say that me and Mooze can stay at a warm comfy apartment of some sort. So far there hasn't been any luck. Overall it has been hot and humid, doesn't really snow here. We've had a couple earth quakes, and hurricanes. Mooze and I are trying to get enough money to at least get to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I've heard bad and good stories about Wisconsin. Although there is a lot more good ones. One of my friends family is suppose to live there. His name is Xavier E. Straub. His grandma was very close friends with mine so maybe she'll remember me.