Mogey and Smush had a room above their chicken coup that they rented out from time to time when weary travelers happened by in search of lodging. One such traveler stumbled off the muddy track and up Mogey and Smush's front walk on a misty, drizzly day in mid-Autumn.
Mogey and Smush gave him a cup of hot ovaltine and took him out back to show him the spare room. The man was instantly impressed.
"This room pleases me greatly," he said, pulling off his worn straw hat. "I'll take it. Tucker's the name, Bertram Tucker."
"Well sir, are you plum TUCKERED out?" Mogey asked, collapsing into peals of hysterical laughter at his joke.
"Yes I am," Bertram Tucker replied mirthlessly. "And it ain't no laughing matter. My Great Uncle Ike once got so plum tuckered out that he turned purple and a pit grew right in middle of his chest. And that wasn't the end of it - he wouldn't stop working, even for a drink of water. He got all dry and wrinkly and started smelling funny...wouldn't you know it, he was prune tuckered out."
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