"Mogey..." Smush said one morning as they sat at the breakfast table. "I've got a surprise for you." Mogey didn't say a word but his bottom crept to the edge of his chair and his spoon rattled in his hand. "Remember how we had to go into town for more turpentine this today?"
"Yehhhhhhhhhhs..." Mogey said excitely.
"Well let's just say we won't have to walk. I've arranged for us to borrow the neighbor's yak," Smush told him. Mogey leapt out of his chair, upending the table and spilling honey bunches of oats everywhere in his excitement.
"Stapleton? You got Stapleton?" Mogey shrieked. And he ran outside. Sure enough, standing in the front garden eating oats from his feedbag was Stapleton, the neighbor's broken down old yak. Mogey ran full speed and vaulted onto Stapleton's back, causing the ancient beast to wheeze like an old lady pulling rutabagas .
"Giyap, Stapleton!" Mogey yelled, and Stapleton plodded forward, taking a step every thirty seconds or so while Mogey bounced ecstatically on his back. Smush watched his friend ride Stapleton around the garden for a minute before heading back inside to clean up all those honey bunches of oats.
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