It was a searing hot afternoon, the likes of which blisters the scapula muscles just to think about. Mogey and Smush were bored and lazy with the heat, so they were lying in the shade: Smush in a hammock, and Mogey on a bed of those stones that cows keep in their stomachs. No one knew where Mogey had gotten them, but they stayed cold almost all the time.
"You want to go armadillo bowling?" Mogey asked.
"Armadillo bowling?" Smush replied. "What's that?"
"Well it's sort of like regular bowling, except that instead of a ball you get an armadillo to curl into a ball and then you roll him down the sidewalk," Mogey said. "Then, when he's exactly 4 feet away, you take out your 12-gauge and just go hog wild."
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