Thursday, March 19, 2009

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume LXX

One day Mogey and Smush were walking on their stilts through the sunflower field when Mogey stepped in a gopher hole. He waved his arms wildly, trying to regain his balance, but toppled to the ground and landed with a loud Oof!

Smush performed a neat clucker ducker tasplow dismount and leapt down next to his friend. Mogey's body was fine, but his pride, on the other hand, had been horribly punched. Punched right in the pride he was.

"Smush?" Mogey asked. "Am I getting too fat?"

"Nonsense!" Smush cried, slapping him on the back smartly. It sounded like a side of bacon hitting a cold griddle. "You're not fat, you're merely portly! Portliness is a sign of charisma, and power, and enjoyment of meatballs!"

"What was that last one?" Mogey asked.

"Power," Smush replied as he tried to help Mogey to his feet without getting his hand stuck in one of Mogey's tummy rolls. "You're the most powerful Mogey this side of Peaselburgh."

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