Of all the things Mogey held dear in the world - and there were exactly six - the dearest of all was his pocketwatch. He claimed the watch had been passed down through many generations of Mogeys before him, through wars, famines, and an especially bad outbreak of goose flu. So protective was Mogey of the pocketwatch that even Smush, his best pal in the world, had never laid eyes on it.
One day, Mogey and Smush were playing on the monkeybars in the park when Mogey took a bit of a spill. While trying to get to the third bar (a feat he'd never before achieved), Mogey slipped and landed flat on his back.
"Stay with me, Smush," Mogey groaned, wincing in pain. "I think this is the end... I see a white light."
"Jeez Louise, Mogey," Smush sighed, "you just got the wind knocked out of you!"
"One final request, my friend!" Mogey pleaded, clutching Smush's hand. "Would you hand me my pocketwatch?"
"Good lord," Smush said in exasperation as he tried to extricate the watch from Mogey's jacket. He pulled the simple gold chain from Mogey's breast pocket, revealing the timepiece for the very first time. "I don't understand, Mogey," Smush declared. "This isn't a watch at all. It's just the top of a ketchup bottle with numbers and hands drawn on it in permanent marker."
"Aye," Mogey whispered weakly. "Is that not what a watch is?"
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