One day Mogey and Smush walked into town to buy some scarves and a case of soy sauce when they came upon a large group of people gathered before city hall.
"What's going on here?" Mogey asked a crinkly old wheelwright.
"A wizard's just come through town!" the ancient man said. "He set a jar of pickles on the town hall steps and decreed that any man who could open it was destined to be the next King of Smolsey!"
Mogey and Smush pushed to the front of the crowd, where a half dozen men were brutalizing a small pickle jar with sledge hammers, spears, and even their fists. The pickle jar absorbed all the punishment without so much as a crack.
"Allow me, gentlemen, if you will," Smush said, brushing past the attackers. He knelt to pick up the pickle jar and carefully examined it. With a flick of his wrist, Smush popped the jar open and fished out a pickle.
"My stars!" one of the onlookers cried in disbelief. "How did you do that?"
"Righty tighty, lefty loosey," Smush replied calmly, munching on the pickle. The crowd let out a collective groan.
"I told you guys we had it wrong!" another onlooker shouted.
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