One brisk autumn morning around one in the afternoon, Mogey and Smush were making flapjacks. Mogey would pour the jack and Smush would flap it, and they could make a whole lot of flapjacks very quickly that way.
Once, Smush had tried to pour and Mogey had tried to flap but it had been a complete disaster. They'd ended up covered head to toe in batter, and when they went outside to clean off, they'd quickly discovered it was the day of the great seagull migration. Both Mogey and Smush still had the beaknibblin' scars to prove it.
"Hey Mogey, what would you do if a genie granted you only one wish?" Smush asked as he wrapped a flapjack around two slices of bacon and munched enthusiastically.
"Tie his tail in a knot, give him a noogie, and steal his lamp," Mogey said. "Genies are supposed to give three wishes...he should've known better than that."
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