One day Mogey and Smush were outside by the woodshed smoking some meat for the long winter ahead, when along came a wagon down the little cart path near the house. The wagon had bells and whistles hanging from every post and plank, and it was making an awful racket.
"Come join me! Come join me!" the driver shouted. He was a sprightly man dressed in a jester's cap and cutoffs and he danced about on the wagontop, paying no heed at all to his team of oxen. "Mogey and Smush, won't you come join me?"
"Who is that?" Mogey whispered.
"His name is Methuselah," Smush whispered back. "But he goes by Ted. Just pray to the god of smoked meat that he doesn't stop here."
But the god of smoked meat must have been working on another project, because stop Ted did.
"Mogey and Smush, Smush and Mogey," he sang. "Come join me and we will eat heaps of perogies!"
"Where are you going?" Mogey asked.
"To Greenishbrown Valley! Where beneath every hickory tree lies a pepperoni sandwich!"
"No, thank you," Smush said. "We need to stay here and smoke meat." Without a word, Methuselah Ted started his team once more and returned to his dancing as the jingling wagon pulled out of sight down the cart path.
"Sheesh," Mogey exclaimed. "That guy was crazy."
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