"Pull!" Smush shouted, at which Mogey heaved a clay disc high into the air.
BANG!
The disc sailed safely away, landing in Neighbor Bill's petunia patch.
"Durn it!" Smush grumbled. "I missed again."
"Maybe your trajectory is off," Mogey replied, venturing over to help Smush adjust the rock-throwing teeter-totter they'd invented. One end of the catapult-esque device had a basket capable of holding a good-sized rock, and the other was comprised of a steel plate that would be hit with a sledge hammer in order to launch the stone.
"This wretched thing is just too cumbersome," Smush replied, kicking the teeter-totter. "Skeet-walloping would be much more fun if someone invented a light, maneuverable device that could accurately shoot those clay discs out of the air."
"You mean, like a gun?" Mogey suggested.
"A gun would be perfect!" Smush exclaimed. "Go fetch our rifles from the barn, will you?"
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