Monday, November 15, 2010

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume 454

On a summer day when the sky was bright blue and dotted with fluffy clouds, Mogey and Smush were striding through a hayfield en route to the County-Wide Everything-Must-Go All-You-Can-Carry Beef Jerky Clearance Sale.

"I say, Smush," Mogey spoke up at the hay stalks crunched beneath their feet, "today would be a perfect day for a bit of cloud-riding."

"What in the world is cloud-riding?" Smush asked.

"Allow me to demonstrate," Mogey replied. He took a deep breath and let out a piercing whistle, at which a small cloud zoomed straight out of the sky and parked itself right in front of them. Mogey hopped aboard and the cloud held his weight as though it was a floating sofa. "That's how it's done!" Mogey said. "You give it a try now, Smush." And he sped off atop his fluffy white steed.

Smush was as befuddled by Mogey's antics as ever, but he figured there was nothing else for it. Breathing in as deeply as he could, Smush stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. Sure enough, another little cloud came to an abrupt halt just beside him.

Emboldened by his whistling success, Smush took a running start and leaped atop the cloud, only to fall right through it and land painfully on the ground below.

"What are you doing, Smush?" Mogey called, reappearing as quickly as he had left. "You've got to give the cloud a pat in the hind parts and snap your fingers twice before you hop on! Sheesh, do I have to tell you everything?"

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