Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume CXXXII

Early one morning in the dead of winter, Smush was down cellar trying to fix the furnace. Mogey and Smush's house had an old-fashioned whale oil furnace that they'd managed to adapt to run on moose oil, but for some reason it'd gone out in the middle of the night. Smush, who liked his bedchamber nice and cosy, had awoken in the wee hours with frost on his eyelashes, and the previously hot potato he'd taken into bed to warm his feet was frozen rock solid.

Try as he might, Smush could not get the furnace to relight, and in his frustration he stood up too fast, clanging his temple against one of the pipes.

"What are you doing down here, Smush?" Mogey called, holding a candle aloft as he descended the stairs in his nightshirt.

"The furnace went out!" Smush yelled, nursing his head. "I can't tell why it won't go back on."

"Oh I know why that is," Mogey replied nonchalantly. "I stopped up the moose oil tank. You see, I noticed a family of rare Mongolian chickens had moved in there and I didn't want them to get all oily."

"Mongolian chickens?" Smush exclaimed. "What do they look like?"

"Plump, delicious breakfast," Mogey answered.

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