Mogey and Smush were ice-climbing on Bittersburgh Falls one brisk January morning when a light wintry mix began coming down. They could tell it was a wintry mix because as Smush held out his hand we caught a snowflake, a chunk of sleet, and part of a frozen-stiff snowy owl.
"Hey Smush?" Mogey asked. "Howcome there's no such thing as a sumbry mix?"
"Whatever are you on about this time?" Smush replied.
"Well there's a wintry mix in the winter," Mogey said as he drove his ice axe deep into the frozen Bittersburgh Falls, "why isn't there a sumbry mix in the summer?"
"There is," Smush answered. "It's got grapes, strawberries, huckleberries, fig newtons, and--" But before he could finish he was interupted by one of the most ancient enemies of Mogey and Smush: Buzz Zard.
Not quite man, but not quite vulture, Buzz Zard was an ugly bald guy with wings that would flap about the countryside, taking pralines from innocent people. When Buzz Zard took someone's pralines, he took ALL their pralines. And Mogey and Smush never went ice climbing without pralines.
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