There was an ancient manor down the road a ways from Mogey and Smush's home called Buxton House. Inside lived a man just barely older than the house itself. He'd been born during a tornado (the monstrous tornado of '92 in fact) as his mother had been passing by the newly laid foundation to Buxton House. She'd taken shelter inside, and the first sight that babe ever saw were the smooth cement walls of Buxton House's cellar.
It's a well known rule in Murtleby County that if a child is born inside the newly laid foundation of a manor, he shall inherit that manor at the age of fifty-seven and a half. So it went with the Lord of Buxton House. But he was a lonely bachelor and infamous for being a packrat, so a few years back he'd hired Mogey and Smush to catalogue all the bits and widgets he'd accumlated in his attic. This Mogey and Smush did every Wednesday at three.
One Wednesday at half past three or so, Mogey came across an antique coin with the likeness of King Thorgood inscribed on its worn face.
"Make a wish!" Smush said. "King Thorgood always rewards those who believe in him." Mogey rolled his eyes but made a wish nontheless.
"My word," Smush said after they had gotten back to work a few minutes later. "It's started snowing."
"That's not snow!" Mogey screamed, his eyes lighting up like Christmas morning. "It's cocoa krispies! My wish came true!" He and Smush sprinted for the door and for 2 hours they rolled happily about in the drifts of cocoa krispies that had fallen in Buxton House's back garden.
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