Sometimes in the dog days of summer, it got so hot and dry that Mogey and Smush feared their crops would die and the fields would catch fire. At these times Mogey and Smush turned to the only weapon they had: Froggy Paws' Indian Rain Dance.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh, we want some ray-ain!" Mogey chanted, just as their spiritual mentor, Froggy Paws, had taught them. Smush sat on the dust, face painted bright green, banging on his bongo drum while Mogey danced the traditional rain dance around him. "Smush has a sunburn, on his ear...give us some moisture, up-in-here!"
As Mogey sang these last words there was a crack of thunder and the skies opened up above their little farm. It took Mogey and Smush only a few seconds to realize that it wasn't water raining down from the heavens. Nay, their rain dance had yielded a torrential downpour... of bee stingers. These began to land everywhere, including Mogey and Smush's exposed arms, and so they sprinted for the barn, yowtching with every stinger that landed on them.
"Not again!" Smush yelled as they ran for cover. "Froggy Pawwwwwsssss!"
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