autos, pistas and autopistas

I venture tentatively into the foot hills searching for the the masked moose. The moose is very cleaver. Sometime I wonder if the moose is not really hunting me. Sometimes I think I will not ever get close to this moose. Sometimes I think if I ever do, I'll be gored. I am not skilled at the game of snakes and foxes. Either the snakes get me, or the foxes do. They say that you cannot win against them. At least not if you play by the rules.