One misty morning, Mogey and Smush were walking through the Enchanted Forest of Blurch as tottens flitted overhead mounted upon their bird steeds. The tottens were a mysterious race of people who stood but three inches high and lived only in the Enchanted Forest of Blurch. Supposedly they tasted pretty darn good on bagel, but magic spells protected them within the confines of the forest.
"Say Smush," Mogey said as they ambled along, "these tottens ride around on some pretty boss creatures. What would you ride if you were a totten?"
"Probably an ivory billed woodpecker," Smush replied. "And you?"
"A snail," Mogey answered happily.
"A snail?" Smush exclaimed. "But it would take so long to get anywhere."
"True," Mogey said, "but think of all the ladies I would get if I was riding atop a trusty steed named Snails McGrint. I'd be in no hurry at all."
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