The sealskin canoe bumped gently into great chunks of ice as Mogey and Smush threaded their way through the flows in search of the rarest of all creatures.
"What is it we're looking for again, Smush?" Mogey asked.
"We want an old wooden shipwreck," Smush replied, "and it would help if it looks mysterious."
"Why is that again?"
"Because we're searching for the rarest of all creatures," Smush said solemnly. "The famed Artic Ark Tick."
"I see one!" Mogey shouted almost immediately, pointing off the starboard side. "I see a shipwreck!"
"Mogey," Smush rejoined, looking in the direction his pal was pointing. "Not only is that no place to find an Artic Ark Tick, not only is it not a wrecked ship, it's quite literally a bed and breakfast. You may be the worst seafaring artic explorer of the last decade."
Monday, November 2, 2009
The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume CCXXII
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