The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume CXXXV

It was the height of summer, and the summer sausage trees were heavy with fruit, so Mogey and Smush had snuck into Killywick's orchard to grab the best of the harvest. It was a dangerous thing sneaking into Killywick's sausage orchard, but Mogey could be awfully persnickety when it came to summer sausage, so they had to get into the high branches before old man Killywick took all the good ones.

"Hurry up, Mogey," Smush urged. Their rucksacks were full to the bursting of prime summer sausage, but Mogey just had to climb one last tree. "Killywick is going to catch us!"

"Hang on!" Mogey whispered. "I've found the best pick of the day up here!" He was straining his arm outwards in an attempt to pluck the most delicious looking piece of meat in the entire orchard when the branch beneath him snapped, sending Mogey tumbling out of the sausage tree and hitting almost every branch on the way down.

Mogey had scarcely landed when they heard the sound of the dogs. It was Killywick himself walking down the row, holding back two snarling pooches who were pulling so hard that they looked about ready to break their collars.

"Get up Mogey!" Smush yelled. "We've got to run!" Mogey scrambled to his feet and grabbed his rucksack as he and Smush took off for the forest beyond the orchard. When Killywick saw them take off he released his hounds who lunged forward and promptly began to feast on the dropsausages that lay everywhere beneath the trees.

Mogey and Smush were serenaded by the sweet sound of old man Killywick cussing a blue streak at his dogs as they leaped the fence and headed for home with another year's supply of summer sausage.