Mogey and Smush climbed to the tip top of Belly Flop Cliff and surveyed their surroundings. Forty feet directly down, the restless sea crashed into the base of the cliff, and as far as the nose could smell, the scent of squid guts pervaded the air.
Nervously adjusting their bathing suits, Mogey and Smush prepared themselves to take a leap of faith from the cliff as so many youths had before them. Just as they were about to jump, a diminutive winged man appeared beside them.
"Hold it just a minute there, fellows," the man said fluttering his wings to hover nearby.
"What's your name, Mr. Fairy?" Mogey asked.
"The name's Putter Okelokamugooly," the man replied. "And I'm no fairy!"
"Then what are you?" Smush queried.
"So I'm a fairy, alright?" Putter Okelokamugooly said, scratching his rather enormous belly. "I'm here to caution you about cliff diving. Does the term 'low tide' mean anything to you?"
"Not at all," Smush replied.
"Low what?" Mogey asked.
"Well, it's not safe to dive this time of day," Putter Okelokamugooly said with a sigh. "Unless, of course, you are willing to belly flop."
"Sheesh!" Mogey interjected. "Get lost, will you? We were planning to belly flop anyway."
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