One day when the sun was a deep, mysterious blue and the sea was shining golden as a new penny, Mogey and Smush were ambling along the beach. As they ambled (and they were expert amblers) they came upon an old corked bottle that had washed up on the sand.
"Let's open it!" Smush exclaimed. "There might be a message inside!"
"I don't know," Mogey replied hesitantly. "I don't like those messages in a bottle. They can sometimes be cursed...."
"Cursed Shmursed," Smush answered.
"...by Davey Jones..." Mogey continued.
"Davey Jones, Shavey Gnomes," Smush retorted once more. "I'm opening it." He uncorked the bottle and sure enough, a crinkled old piece of parchment was curled inside. Smush shook it out and put on his spectacles.
"All it says is 'Yowch!'" he explained. "I wonder what that-- Yowch!" Smush yelled as a hermit crab the size of an extremely large hermit crab scuttled out of the bottle and nipped his thumb. "Wait... there's a post script," Smush noticed, nursing his thumb as the crab assassin scuttled away. "'Yours Truly, Davey Jones.'"
"What'd I tell you?" Mogey repeated. "Cursed...by Davey Jones."
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