The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume 408

"Do you fellows know how fast you were going?" Constable Ironrear asked, looking over at Mogey and Smush from atop his magnificent thoroughbred.

"No sir," Smush answered, since he was sitting in front, "but ol' Duffy here is getting on in years. I wouldn't say he could manage more than a trot at this point."

"Perhaps a slow canter," Mogey agreed, scratching Duffy between his antlers, "but no faster than that."

What Constable Ironrear didn't know was that Duffy was the fastest racemoose in all the kingdom. He was descended from the very greatest racemooses of history: Proudsnout, The Nubster, and even Macaronilips were in his bloodline. Given enough room to maneuver, Duffy could reach speeds up to forty knots, a highly dangerous thing to do on the windy country roads, but Mogey and Smush had been attempting just that when Constable Ironrear spotted them.

"A slow canter, eh?" the Constable replied skeptically. "I saw more speed than that on this old boy. Quite a bit more," he said, patting Duffy's haunch. "I think you gents had better come down to the sheriff--"

Here Constable Ironrear stopped mid-sentence, interrupted by a streak of green barrelling across the road. All three of them (plus Duffy and the thoroughbred) instantly recognized Rambunctious Freddy, a swamp monster and the most infamous youth in town.

"You two stay right where you are!" Constable Ironrear shouted at Mogey and Smush as he took off after the green troublemaker. "This time you're mine, Rambunctious Freddy!"

"Run like a moosey wind!" Smush whispered to Duffy, and they galloped toward freedom at full speed.