At around 2 in the afternoon one day, Smush was still enjoying a lazy morning in bed when Mogey burst through his bedroom door, looking more flustered than a flock of crows at a hawk party.
"Wake up, Smush! Wake up!" Mogey hollered, shaking Smush vigorously. "I think I might have amnesia - I can't remember anything in the last 48 hours!"
"What's the last thing you can remember?" Smush asked with a yawn.
"Ham," Mogey replied. "Lots and lots of ham."
"That's because we had a massive pig roast on Tuesday," Smush said. "You've been asleep for the last 48 hours."
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