One afternoon Smush went outside with his bat and ball to find Mogey lying face-up in the front garden. Mogey had belted a large woodworking file to each of his legs and was rubbing them together in what appeared to be some bizarre exercise routine.
"What in the world are you on about, Mogey?" Smush inquired. "We were supposed to have cricket practice right now."
"I know," Mogey replied, continuing to rub his legs together furiously. "What did you think I was doing? I've already memorized a few songs, and if I could just figure out how those darned crickets move their legs so quickly we'll be chirping with the best of them before you know it."
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