One bright fall morning it was time for the first day of school. Mogey and Smush had packed their lunchpails, put on their best trousers, and combed their hair. The only thing left to do, in short, was to gather their trapper keepers. So Mogey and Smush were striding over to the bureau where they always kept their trapper keepers, when controversy struck.
"Smush, why are you grabbing my trapper keeper?" Mogey asked.
"Your trapper keeper? This is my trapper keeper," Smush replied vehemently, tugging on his end of the item in question. "I got the one with the banjo bear on the cover, remember? Yours is the one with the spaceman."
"No, no, no," Mogey said, grasping the trapper keeper with all his might. "The spaceman is yours, I chose the trapper keeper with the bear. And it's a ukulele, not a banjo!"
"You scalawag," Smush muttered. "You blackhearted scalawag."
"Well it seems there's only one way to settle this," Mogey said. "We must let the trapper keeper decide. To the seesaw of knowledge?"
"To the seesaw of knowledge," Smush grumbled.
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