Friday, March 12, 2010

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume CCC

One day as Mogey and Smush strode through the Enchanted Forest of Flurm, where the sun dappled ground was as soft underfoot as a bag of jam, they encountered a peaceful, clear-running stream.

"Look at all the crawdads!" Mogey exclaimed, reaching his hand into the water. No sooner had he broken the surface than a loud CHOMP! echoed across the woods. The noise was so resounding that it sent squirrels flying into their holes and lumberjacks leaping into one anothers' arms.

"Yowch!" Mogey shrieked, almost doubling the sound of the CHOMP! for volume as he hopped up and down, clutching his thumb. So cacophonous was the racket that squirrels ran back out of their holes and straight up the shirts of already jittery lumberjacks.

"These ain't crawdads, Mogey," Smush replied evenly. "They're Portuguese Chomping Shrimp!"

"Portuguese Chomping Shrimp?" Mogey stammered. "The most feared critter in all the Forest of Flurm? Great Ham Sandwiches with Mustard! Why aren't you running for the hills?"

"Come now, Mogey," Smush said, standing tall. "I've been chomp-proof since the day I was dropped in a lobster tank at age three and a half. Auntie Bloogle always claimed it was an accident, but I think she did it to make me un-chomp-able. And I've still got the chomp-scars to prove it."

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