One damp spring day as Mogey and Smush were out harrowing the oat fields, Mogey stubbed his toe on an extremely sharp possum who happened to gallop past.
"Yowch!" Mogey shouted, falling to the ground. "My toe! I've been hit!"
"Let me have a look at that," Smush said, reigning in Sanford O'Wells and Patches, their prize winning ox team. Smush walked over and examined Mogey's toe. "Looks like a nice deep cut you've got there, Mogester," Smush opined. Then, without warning he gave Mogey's other foot a swift kick.
"Yowch! Again!" Mogey cried. "What did you do that for?"
Instead of answering, Smush pulled out his riding crop and gave Mogey a few well-placed smacks to the upper extremities.
"Stop it, Smush!" Mogey yelled, getting to his feet and lurching forward. "What's gotten into you?"
"Ah, but how's that stubbed toe feeling?" Smush asked.
"Much worse!" Mogey shouted. "And now my upper extremities are sore as well!"
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