Mogey and Smush strode toward town with great excitement, for it was Tuesday, the Thirty-Fourth of October, or as it was known in their township, The Running of the Woodchucks. Mogey and Smush practically skipped with excitement, but they knew they mustn't actually skip, for skipping was forbidden during the Festival of the Running of the Woodchucks.
Once they got to town, Mogey and Smush claimed an area in the most dangerous section of the alley where the woodchucks would be running. On any normal day the spot was known as Mr. Sanders' Butter Buffet, but during the Running of the Woodchucks it was called Dead Man's Corner.
A far off bell announced that the woodchucks had been released from their holding pen atop Grapenut Hill (as if they needed a downhill start!) and then the nerves began. Every runner in the alleyway - Mogey and Smush included - felt the thrill of mortal danger at their fingertips. And then it happened.
"Here they come!" shrieked the voice of a young boy watching from a rooftop.
Some of the first woodchucks came into few, moving at a such a frightening pace that they covered a good ten feet with each minute that passed. The admittedly chubby animals were visibly winded, but their breathlessness only made them appear more fearsome as they bared their savage teeth.
"Heaven help us," Mogey muttered, as the runners in the alleyway turned and ran screaming from the pursuing animals, hoping against hope that they wouldn't be gored.
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