Torvaald and the "Magic Moose" were a hit throughout the Midwest. They raved in Des Moines, they thronged in Omaha, they went wild in Peoria, and Chicago…Chicago rolled out the red carpet! Parades, speeches, fetes, cocktail parties… Torvaald and his moose were the toast of the town.
Things were going along so well that any Midwesterner would start to become suspicious of so much success. Fame isn't a natural condition for people like Torvaald Kjorvak. It would have to paid for, and one day the bill came due.
One day the moose took ill. It was a sort of moose malaise. The parties, the crowds, the hoofprint autographs, all of it became hateful to the animal. Torvaald's beloved pet was depressed, and these were the days before antidepressants. Torvaald tried to console his friend, but nothing worked. Little by little the moose was losing interest in life. Torvaald knew he had to get back home before it was too late.
As the train pulled into Black River Falls amid throngs of fans who had been waiting for the return of their hometown moose-made-good, Torvaald sat in the baggage car stroking his pet's orange forehead. It was too late. The unhappy Norwegian didn't want to say goodbye to his special giant friend, but the moose bade farewell with a final flick of his antler, and was gone.
Well! The town nearly folded up in grief. The orange moose was laid in state at the courthouse, and hundreds came for three days to mourn the passing of the moose.
Torvaald was inconsolable. He went back to his farm and burned all his special feed mix. Never again would he tamper with the unknown. Instead he quickly studied up on taxidermy and began work on the greatest task of his life. For months he slaved with artistic fervor, and little by little the giant moose you recognize today emerged through his loving hands, preserved for all posterity with majesty and poise.
Not even Roy Rogers' horse Trigger could match this grandeur. The Orange Moose lives! It is an honor and privilege for Arrowhead Lodge to be home to this monument, this colossus, this eighth wonder of the world…