Thursday, July 8, 2010

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume 372

One afternoon, Mogey and Smush were walking through the Mucklebuck Marshland when Smush happened to fall into a deep pit of quicksand.

"Help!" Smush cried in a panic. "Mogey, throw me a rope!"

"Struggle, Smush!" Mogey replied, darting about in search of something rope-like. "Struggle like you've never struggled before!"

"It's no use, Mogey," Smush yelled as he floundered about. "I'm only sinking deeper!"

"That means you're not struggling hard enough," Mogey called encouragingly. "Don't let the quicksand win, Smush!"

But Smush was up to his chin now, and still Mogey had been unable to find a rope to toss his pal. There was only one thing for it. Summoning all his bravery (and Mogey had the bravery of a raccoon or a medium-sized ox), Mogey took a running start and leaped feet first into the quicksand beside Smush.

"How was this supposed to help us, again?" Smush asked, craning his neck to look at his sinking friend.

"I can't remember now," Mogey said. "But it sure was brave, wasn't it?"

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