On a moonless and eerie night, Mogey and Smush were walking home through the plains of Mer Doher. They had just come to a fork in the road, when their torch sputtered and died, rendering their map useless for navigation. It was not, however, useless as a food source, and Mogey and Smush quickly devoured the tattered piece of parchment for sustenance.
"How in the world will we get home now?" Mogey bemoaned, picking a hunk of map out of his teeth.
"Have no fear, Mogey," Smush replied. "We'll use the stars to guide ourselves, just as our seafaring ancestors have done for generations."
"I see one heading that way!" Mogey exclaimed, pointing at a shooting star near the horizon.
"Quickly, Mogey!" Smush said. "Follow that star!"
The two pals ran across the plains of Mer Doher at a dead sprint in the same direction as the shooting star. Moments later, they both fell face first into a ditch that appeared to have some sort of prickly fungus growing in the bottom.
"Oof!" Mogey grunted, spitting out a mouthful of fungus thorns.
"Stupid stars," Smush added.
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