On a sunny afternoon in the blacksmith's shop, Smush became embroiled in an altercation with a young farrier over how many grapes truly made up a "bunch."
"Seventeen is the bare minimum number of grapes per bunch!" Smush insisted. "And anyone who thinks otherwise is a monkey-knuckled buffoon!"
"Oh I am, am I?" the farrier replied. "Well perhaps you'd like to go outside and settle this the old-fashioned way?"
The old-fashioned way was, of course, to have a cartwheel competition, but the young farrier in question just so happened to be Cartwheelin' Todd, the best cartwheeler in six counties. Still, Smush foolhardily accepted.
"Gladly!" he shouted, storming out into the courtyard.
Cartwheelin' Todd went first, executing six perfect cartwheels in a row and finishing with a reverse handspring, just for show. Smush responded in kind by performing approximately one quarter of one cartwheel before falling flat on his back.
"It was a good effort, at least!" Cartwheelin' Todd said, offering Smush a hand up as he tried to stifle a laugh.
"Curse you, Cartwheelin' Todd," Smush growled. "Curse you and the bicycle you rode in on."
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