Monday, June 15, 2009

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume CXXVI

One fine May Day, Mogey and Smush were attending the festival down in Bulbousville village. Some came to the May Day festival to dance around the May Pole, others came for Bulbousville's claim to culinary fame: ham hock on a stick. Mogey and Smush, however, came for one reason: the bull pull.

"Are you ready, Mogey?" Smush asked as he and Mogey got their game faces on. "Are you ready?"

"What's that?" Mogey replied in their ritualized manner. "I didn't quite hear you!"

"I said...ARE YOU READY?" Smush repeated.

"Ready? Ready for what?"

"Are you ready...to PULL...THAT...BULL???" Smush yelled. And he and Mogey began jumping up and down, beating their chests like madmen.

Meanwhile, across a pit of mud, a bull stood placidly munching hay. He was ready. A long rope tied around the bull's haunches stretched across the mudpit. Mogey and Smush grabbed the other end and got into their bull pull stances.

"Set?" the judge asked. Mogey and Smush nodded. The bull snorted. "Pull!"

Mogey and Smush heaved with all their might. They strained until their belt loops and shirt buttons popped, and ever so slowly, the bull began to move toward the mud. Mogey and Smush's eyes widened...they pulled harder...could it finally be their year?

No.

Alas, the bull saw a boy walk by with a bag of candied cashews, and being rather partial to this particular snack, lurched forward, throwing Mogey and Smush face first into the mudpit.

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