Mogey gripped the reins of his trusty steed, a fluffy sheep named Jolly, and adjusted his marshmallow helmet, for he was a contestant in the thirteenth annual Brockdale Sissy Joust. He stared across a field padded with the softest down comforters at his opponent, fifteen-time Sissy Joust Champion, Beanpole Van Ness.
The referee checked with both competitors then softly strummed a lyre and the match was afoot.
"Giddap, Jolly," Mogey urged as he lowered his pool noodle lance. Jolly toddled toward Beanpole Van Ness as Mogey held on for dear life.
When the competitors met in the center of the field mere minutes later, Mogey was quaking with mortal terror. Beanpole Van Ness's aim was true, and his bright green pool noodle smacked Mogey square in the chest, knocking him to the heavily padded ground.
"How did it go?" Smush asked when Mogey returned home later that day, leading a dejected looking Jolly.
"Terrible," Mogey replied. "That's one more year I'll have to wait to realize my dream of wearing the Brockdale Sissy Joust tiara."
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