On a winter morning more glorious than a baker's dozen of glorious morning muffins, Mogey and Smush saw a group of fellows clamoring over a stagecoach in the village square. Mogey and Smush were always up for a good clamor, and so they walked closer to see what the hubbub was about.
"What's all this?" Smush asked a man on the outskirts of the crowd.
"You see that lady, there?" the man replied, pointing toward the middle of the fray. A beautiful young woman was exiting the coach while uniformed police officers cleared a path for her to walk. "That's Annabelle Durley, the fairest maiden in all the land."
"She's alright, I suppose," Mogey said, casting an appraising eye on miss Durley.
"They say the 100 Years War stopped when she was born, and the 7 Years War started once she reached courtin' age," the man went on.
"Not exactly my type," Smush commented, "but I can see what these fellahs like about her."
"They also say she can spin straw into spaghetti," the man explained. "Two hours at her spinning wheel in a room full of straw and a man might have enough spaghetti to last him all winter."
"She will be mine!" Mogey cried suddenly, diving into the crowd of frantic fellows.
"Not if I get there first!" Smush yelled, pulling Mogey's top hat down over his eyes and running toward his new dream girl.
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