One day Mogey and Smush were lost. They had unfurled their tattered old Map of All the Land and were both hunched over it trying to discern the best way to travel from Amesbury, where they were, to Bernoch-by-the-Lake, where they were going.
"Why don't we just cut through this big dark area here?" Mogey asked, pointing at a black blob on the map.
"Heavens no!" Smush replied. "We can't go through Murderwood! There's turtles in there big enough to ride!"
"So?" Mogey said. "What's wrong with that?"
"I haven't told you what rides the turtles yet," Smush answered. "Upon the back of each turtle...is a chipmunk!"
"That still doesn't seem very dangerous...."
"But I haven't told you what the chipmunks have in their hands yet," Smush said. "Each turtle-riding chipmunk...is armed with not one, but two chestnut pistols that fire almond darts. No, we shall not take the shortcut through Murderwood...not on my watch."
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