Mogey, Smush, and most everyone in town were out berrying on the sunny side of Mount Malarkey one summer afternoon. Mogey emptied a full pail of boysenberries into the wagon and proceeded back to the berry patch with his pail atop his head.
"Check me out, Smush!" Mogey proclaimed, stumbling around blindly. "I'm Sir Loxington, the Im-pail-er!"
"You're quite the merry knight, Sir Loxington," Smush replied mockingly as he thumped Mogey's pail-helmet with the two-by-four he always brought berrying. "Get back to picking, will you? It's getting late and the berry bears will be out at sunset."
"Ouch," Mogey said, staggering about for a moment before toppling to the ground, his helmet still covering his face and head. "Impailer down," he groaned.
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