"Are you ready?" Smush asked, holding Mogey's tire in place at the top of Phil Hill.
"It's time for me to be a man," Mogey replied, strapping on his driving goggles. He gripped the sides of the tire tightly as he stared down from Phil Hill's dusty summit. "Let's do this!"
Smush gave Mogey's tire a small push; it tipped over the edge of the hill and began to roll. The huge rubber donut went slowly at first, but it picked up speed at a remarkable rate. By the time it was halfway down, even the smallest bumps were propelling Mogey's tire dozens of feet into the air.
Finally, Mogey came to a crashing halt against one of Farmer Moogin's enormous hay bales. For a moment, Smush was worried that something dreadful had happened to his pal, but after a few seconds Mogey got to his feet and began lugging the tire back up Phil Hill.
"How was it?" Smush asked when Mogey neared the top.
"Horribly painful," Mogey said.
"You know, I was thinking," Smush interjected. "Most of the other kids seem to ride on the inside of the tire. Maybe you should try that next time."
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