In the Valley of Smelli there lay a wellspring known to locals as "Doughnut Hole." Rather than fresh water, the spring gave forth piles of fresh doughnuts from time to time, and on those days the fragrance of fried dough wafted through the air for miles.
Mogey and Smush's cottage was just within sniffing range of the Valley of Smelli, and one morning Smush went out to do the milking and paused halfway to the barn. He sniffed the air once, cautiously, and then galloped back to the house at top speed.
"Chocolate glazed!" Smush hollered as he burst through the back door. "Quick, Mogey, Doughnut Hole is finally erupting chocolate glazed again!"
"I know!" Mogey called back, stumbling downstairs with one trouser leg on. "I caught a whiff through my bedroom window!"
The two pals loaded their muskets, donned their coonskin caps, and departed for the Valley of Smelli. All morning they trudged through briar and bramble until they finally arrived, scratched, bruised, and hungry, at the edge of the valley. Beneath them lay Tumbledown Hill, an incline so steep that the only way to negotiate it was via somersault, and beyond that they could see Doughnut Hole spewing chocolate glazed doughnuts the size of life rings.
"Tallyho!" Mogey shouted and he leapt from the precipice, tumbling down Tumbledown Hill with reckless abandon. Once he reached the bottom, Mogey got very unsteadily to his feet. "Come on down, Smush! It's not so bad after the first few tumbles!"
"No thanks, Mogey," Smush replied. "I think I'll just take the escalator." He walked twenty feet or so over to the shiny new escalator and stepped on in a stately manner.
"Dang it!" Mogey muttered to himself. "I always forget they have one of those in the Valley of Smelli."
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