The day of the flood started out like any other. Mogey and Smush sat down for their morning cake (the smallest of the four cakes they would eat that day) and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast before heading out to tend the bulk candy aisle they were building in the back garden.
When they returned for a midmorning snack, Smush realized in horror that the meat sauce he was cooking was about to burn.
"Good grief!" he cried on seeing the pot bubbling furiously. "My bolognese!"
"Be careful Smush!" Mogey urged as his friend rushed to take the pot off the stove. "Remember the words of that old crone in front of the cigar shop!"
But Smush did not remember: in his hurry to remove the eighteen gallon saucepot from the heat, his hand slipped and the pot crashed to the floor, flooding the kitchen and staining their carpet deep crimson.
"Then the old crone was right," Mogey said heavily. "The great flood has come to pass."
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