One day towards the end of autumn, Mogey and Smush were cavorting about the hills and dales of old Winsal Upon Snook. Smush had begun climbing an old gnarled tree when he spotted a most unusual piece of fruit hanging from one of its topmost branches.
"Mogey!" he called. "You're not going to believe this, but I think I've found a pineapple!"
"A pineapple?" Mogey replied. "But I've only heard tell of those in my wildest imaginings."
"Same here," Smush said, "but I don't know what else this could be, take a look." Mogey craned his eyes into the tree and caught sight of the fruit in question. It was an apple all right, an apple with pine cones hanging from it every which way.
"No Smush, don't!" Mogey yelled. "It's a trap!"
But it was too late. Smush had gotten into a mighty precarious position reaching out for that "pineapple" and just as he was about to grasp it, the tree gave a shimmy, a shake, and a Ho-Ho-Ho and Smush was thrown from his high perch, landing in a thick pile of nettles. As Mogey tried to help his friend de-nettle himself, the tree let out another booming laugh and shook like a bowl full of melted pudding pops.
"It wasn't a pineapple at all," Smush said, staring off into the distance. "The pranking tree of Winsal Upon Snook has struck again."
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