One day Mogey and Smush were walking along the dusty horse trail down the way, enjoying a couple of delicious sleeves of flavour ice. The flavour ice was from '42, an especially good year for flavour ice (and Mogey and Smush would know--they were the most prolific flavour ice connoisseurs in the district).
"Mogey?" Smush said as they walked. "Do you think it's really true that it takes 23 years to digest a piece of gum if you swallow it? Because neither of us will have any room in our stomach pretty soon if we keep playing '50 slice challenge' every night."
"Smush, look out!" yelled Mogey, and he pulled Smush back just in time.
For Smush had almost fallen victim to the infamous inch-deep Maccalister Tar Pits, the shallowist tarpits in all the land, which claimed dozens of sticks of flavour ice every year. And no one, least of all Mogey and Smush, likes a tar-covered flavour ice.
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