One summery night Mogey and Smush were roasting marshmallows at the village bonfire down on the town common.
"You know what I think I'll make?" Mogey said as the spruce boughs snapped in the heat. "W'mores."
"Don't you mean s'mores?" Smush asked.
"No, I don't," Mogey replied. "I mean w'mores."
"Oh," Smush began, "how does that--"
But he stopped, realizing he needn't ask. Mogey had balled up two full bags of marshmallows into one enormous Megamallow and was lowering it into the fire on his pizza paddle. The Megamallow immediately burst into flames and Mogey pulled it hurriedly from the bonfire, stifling the mallowblaze with graham crackers and chocolate morsels. And before you could say Zachariah, Mogey was elbow deep in W'mores.
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