One evening just when the regular flies were starting to turn in and the fireflies were beginning to come out Mogey and Smush were sitting in their gum tree. Two things are always true when a couple of pals decide to sit in a gum tree. Number 1: the tree will be old. Number 2: the pals will be chewing gum.
So it was with Mogey and Smush on this pleasant evening. Their gum tree was the most ancient plant in the entire orchard, and Mogey and Smush both had wads of gum the size of oranges in their mouths.
"Oh no!" Mogey said all of a sudden. "I've swallowed my gum!"
"What's the problem?" Smush asked. "We're sitting in a tree full of the stuff."
"But it'll take seven years to digest!" Mogey shouted. "I'll be ruined! Imagine where I could be in seven years if I didn't have to concentrate on digesting this awful slice of gum!"
Just then, the branch of the old gum tree upon which Mogey sat collapsed. Mogey fell to the ground and landed flat on his back, causing the offending wad of gum to fly out of his mouth with a whoosh of air. Mogey immediately leapt to his feet and began to perform a dance known as the "celebration shimmy."
"Congratulations, Mogey," Smush said. "What are you going to do with your extra seven years?"
"Toss me down another hunk of gum!" Mogey shouted. "I ain't going nowhere!"
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