One hot autumn evening just as the harvest moon was beginning to rise, Mogey and Smush were mowing hay. Mogey was just taking a break to mop his brow and sharpen his scythe when he saw a sight up on the ridge that made his blood simultaneously curdle and run cold. And there is nothing worse than cold curdled blood.
"Egads, Smush!" he yelled. "Get down!"
"What is it, Mogey?" Smush asked as they crouched in the freshly mown hay.
"I think I just saw..." Mogey whispered, "the human potato!"
Ever so carefully Mogey and Smush poked their heads above the tops of the grass. There it was, still atop the hill: a bulbous, hideous creature covered in dirt. It let out a blubbery bellow like an air bubble popping in a bowl of pudding.
"Oh," said Smush, rising to his feet. "That's not the human potato. That's just big Polly Provolone, been out hunting for egg nog again."
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