Moosehead Lake. Luie Boone heard the name, and his tail immediately stopped wagging. Moosehead? As in... a moose's head? In a lake? What happened to the rest of the moose? Why did these poor moose lose their heads to a watery fate? Luie Boone imagined a parade of decapitated moose, their antlers tangled in seaweed. He sighed, remembering that hoomans name things weirdly and deciding to keep an open mind about this Moosehead Lake.