The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume 383

One sunny afternoon, Mogey and Smush were pulling weeds in the back garden when Smush unearthed what appeared to be a human foot in the petunia bed.

"What in the world?" Smush exclaimed.

"Well?" Mogey said. "Give it a sniff already."

Smush obliged and pulled back almost instantly with a look of disgust on his ample face.

"Ugh!" he groaned. "It smells awful!" At which point the toes of the foot began to wriggle indignantly, as if they had heard him.

Suddenly, a mound of earth behind the foot began to shift, spilling petunia bulbs into the geraniums, and up sat Mudfingers Waterbottom, the most soulful saxophonist in all the land. Old Mudfingers looked awfully cross as he brushed dirt from his lapels and picked himself up off the ground.

"Used to be, a man could have a nap in his neighbor's petunia patch without some miscreant smelling his feet," Mudfingers Waterbottom muttered, shaking his head. "But I guess those days are gone."

And Old Mudfingers Waterbottom picked up his saxophone and wandered off into the sunset, playing a tune so mournful that dwarves as far as ten miles away began to cry tears made of lemon-lime gatorade.