One day Mogey and Smush were moseying their way through a ditch beside the highway. They often moseyed through ditches in search of treasures, and this was prime ditch-moseying season: the height of summer, when the ditches were bone dry and everyone threw things out their carriage windows.
The pull had been relatively good so far that day: Smush had found a stuffed elk head with only one antler missing and Mogey a ziplock bag full of shampoo and seven empty cans of wild cherry pepsi. But nothing could have prepared them for what they would find next.
"Mogey! Look here!" Smush cried. Mogey jogged over to Smush's side and gasped with heavenly delight. Stuck in the dried mud were two of the most lovingly broken-in canes Mogey and Smush had ever seen.
"I'll call mine....the staff of Excelsior!" Smush said, holding his battered cane aloft triumphantly. "What'll you call yours?"
"Urt," Mogey replied with certainty. "Urt the Magnificent."
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