Smush awakened one morning to the gauzy noise of distant shouting. He cocked his head - partially because that's what one does when listening to a faint sound, and partially because he seemed to have slept on a cannoli.
"Smussshhhhhh!" the voice was howling. "Hellllllllllllp! Smush!!"
Smush rolled out of bed, plucked the cannoli from his cheek, and made his way out to the barn. He did not need to investigate closely to see what had happened. Stretched across the barn doorway was a magnificent spider web, and caught fast in the web was none other than his best pal Mogey.
"What seems to be the trouble, Moge-man?" Smush said around a mouthful of cannoli.
"Oh thank heavens," Mogey gasped. "Smush, you've got to help me get free! Eight-legged Betty must've made a new web last night and I walked right into it - I'm as stuck as a mousetrap maker who's been cornered by MOUSES-13, the most feared rodent gang in the nation."
"Thing is," Smush replied, "we've always supported Eight-legged Betty's activities here. She's like another member of our farm family. She does wonders with keeping the bugs at bay, not to mention getting rid of the odd coyote."
"Of course, of course," said Mogey. "I'll write her a nice apology for messing up her new web. Just get me out of here."
"Can't do it, Moge-man," Smush replied.
"Harr harr," Mogey laughed sarcastically. Then he caught sight of Eight-legged Betty, a spider the size of a bumper car. She was rubbing her eyes against the morning sun with two claws while her other six claws began to carry her across the web. "Smush, stop fooling around. Wait. Wait! Come back, Smush! Help me!"
But Smush simply shook his head and walked back toward the farmhouse in search of more cannolis. Eight-legged Betty, meanwhile, advanced toward the captive Mogey. Once she came within striking distance, she unsheathed four feathers (one in each of her front claws).
"What is it you want, Betty? More coyotes? I'll get you a new coyote every day of the week. Just please, no tickle torture!"
Betty's eight eyes looked on impassively as she extended the feathers toward Mogey's arms, neck, and feet and began to tickle him mercilessly.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooo!" cried Mogey. Far in the distance, Smush looked up from his second cannoli of the morning, hesitated, and told himself the sound was simply the howling of the wind.
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