The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume CCCXXXI

One winter's day when the air was clear as a bell and cold as bald yeti's ears, the neighborhood children all climbed to the top of Runkle Hill. Most of them had shovels to sled on, and a lucky few even had toboggans, but poor Mogey and Smush had to share a single melon-baller between the two of them.

So Mogey sat on Smush's shoulders, and Smush balanced one-footed on the melon-baller, but they didn't move an inch, not even when Beefy Tom Jarlsberg gave them a push. When he realized they'd never be able to sled Runkle Hill until they could afford a shovel, Mogey plopped down in the snow and commenced to cry.

"There, there, Mogey," Smush comforted his pal, "have you got any paper cones?" Mogey nodded silently. "And have you got any rainbow-colored syrup?"

"Of course," Mogey replied tearfully, pulling a bottle out of his coat. "Always."

So Smush carefully scooped a snowball with the melon-baller and deposited it into a paper cone, then drizzled the rainbow-colored syrup over the top and handed it to Mogey.

"There you go, Mogemeister," Smush said. "Let's see the other kids try to make a sno cone that nice with their fancy schmancy shovels."