Mogey and Smush bushwhacked through jungle-like undergrowth as they made their way toward the greatest rope swing in all of Caple County. Smush led the way, armed with his machete and safari hat, and Mogey brought up the rear, trying his best to cover their tracks for no particular reason at all.
Finally they reached the swing, and it was decided by the fates of odds and evens that Smush would swing first, so Mogey scrambled down the verdant slope to check if it would be safe to land in the winding river below.
"All clear down here!" he yelled up. "She's as deep as I've ever seen!"
Smush swung out high as he could, releasing the rope at the very pinacle of its swing. Down, down, down he fell, until finally he landed with a loud goopy Plop! in waist deep mud. He struggled to his feet, clawing mud out of his eyes and staring up at Mogey.
"You were right!" Smush called excitedly. "It's the deepest, most silky smooth mud I've ever landed in!"
"Yes!" Mogey yodeled back as he gripped the rope in preparation to jump. "Mogey's turn for muddy glory! Tally hoooo!"
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment