As the Caravan of Wonders rolled joltingly along beneath him, Smush gripped the reins and glanced sideways at Mogey's sleeping figure. It had been a long day of selling wonders at the gypsy camp, and so Smush let his pal sleep.
"Whoaaaa," Smush said in a deep voice, bringing Phelps, their Clydesdale, to a halt. A tortoise had crawled into the middle of the dirt track and seemed content to sit there, paying no heed to the oncoming traffic.
"Oy!" Smush yelled. "Tortoise! Get out of the way, will ya?"
"I'm sorry sir," the tortoise replied, "but I'm afraid this bump in the road is just too high for me to cross. Might I request your assistance? The name's Porgin Meeks."
Grumbling about helpless tortoises, Smush clambered down from the caravan and walked to Porgin's resting place. Suddenly, the tortoise began to grow. Inexplicably, magically, Porgin Meeks doubled, then tripled in size, continuing to expand until he was a good eight feet from head to tail.
"Hohoho!" Porgin Meeks chuckled, baring his suddenly enormous claws. "Who's the helpless turtle now? I was planning on eating only your horse, but I may have room for you as well!"
As Smush cowered in fright, Porgin's beak-like jaws descended and Smush braced himself for the tortoise's mighty chomp. But it never came. Smush reopened his eyes to see that Mogey had woken up and somehow flipped Porgin Meeks onto his back, where the tortoise's arms and legs waved about in a panic as he tried unsuccessfully to right himself.
"Stupid magical tortoises," Mogey muttered as he climbed into the caravan and fell promptly back to sleep.
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