Thursday, June 4, 2009

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume CXXI

One fine spring morning around four of the clock, Mogey and Smush were both awakened by whippoorwill. It should be stated that there wasn't much that could rouse Mogey or Smush at four of the clock. In fact, an ambitious young chap by the name of Chonkle Frye once tried to compile a list of loud things that could NOT awaken Mogey and Smush. He had to stop at the E's (Earthquakes, Europeans, and Eagle Attacks, to name a few) because his wrist was so tired.

Anyhow, a whippoorwill was on the miniscule list of things that COULD wake Mogey and Smush up from a sound slumber. Luckily the pals knew exactly how to deal with such a menace.

"Whip! Poor! Will!" the lonely bird cried. "Whip! Poor! Will!"

"Hey Will!" Smush called from his room. "You're due for the whippin' of your life!"

"Oh noooooo!" Mogey called back from his room.

"Whip? Poor? Will?" the whippoorwill called interestedly.

For the next five minutes Smush proceeded to crack the bullwhip he always kept in his night table while Mogey feigned the loud groaning noises of a Will being whipped.

"Whip...poor...will..." the whippoorwill said with a satisfied air once Smush had stopped. "Whip...poor...will." And the birdy flapped off into the forest in search of more Wills in need of whippings while Mogey and Smush retired for another nine hours of well-deserved rest.

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