Mogey and Smush were always at the forefront of daredevilry, and so they spent many a weekend climbing, rolling down, and jumping off various dangersome objects. On a sunny afternoon in late Novembruary, the pals hiked to the top of Woodchuck's Fang, the steepest, most dangerous cliff named after a Woodchuck in all that country. Once they reached the summit, Mogey and Smush took a look around, split a bologna sandwich, and leaped off the precipice.
"Get ready to pull your rip chord!" Smush shouted after a half minute of free falling.
"Why?" Mogey asked over the howl of rushing wind.
"To deploy the parachutes, you melonhead!" Smush replied.
"You know me pretty well, right Smush?" Mogey yelled. Smush nodded. "Then what, in the extensive amount of time we've spent together," Mogey went on, "would make you think that I packed parachutes?"
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