One autumn day Mogey and Smush were walking through the County Fair when they came upon a sign that said "Mindreading by the Incredible, Unbelievable, Indubitable Shaman Stevie G." No mere mortal could walk by a sign like that without becoming intrigued, so of course Mogey and Smush went inside Shaman Stevie G's booth.
In the dimly lit interior, a man was sitting alone at a table, staring at a crystal ball and munching on an empanada.
"Please, be seated, gentlemen," the man said, swallowing his last bite.
"Are you the Incredible, Unbelievable, Indubitable Shaman Stevie G?" Mogey asked as he pulled up a chair.
"Indeed," Shaman Stevie G replied. "Now allow me to look into my crystal ball and the mindreading will commence."
"I don't mean to interrupt, Mr. G," Smush said. "But isn't a crystal ball more for fortune telling?"
"Which one of us is the mindreader here?" Shaman Stevie G retorted. "Is it you? I thought not. Now let me concentrate," he murmured, staring deeply into the crystal ball. "First off, your minds seem to be round and very foggy...."
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