"Mogey and Smush's Casa de Apples and Appley Things," was a very grand name for a not-so-grand establishment. It was a rusted out old gypsy wagon out of which Mogey and Smush sold apples, apple butter, apple sauce, and pineapples. But never apple cider. Under no circumstances apple cider.
On a day so sweaty that it made the dog days of Summer seem like that sea-cucumber days of Spring, Mogey and Smush were minding the counter at the Casa de Apples and Appley Things and fanning themselves with old hubcaps. A fine horse and carriage pulled up along the nearby dusty road and out stepped the most beautiful princess Mogey and Smush had ever seen.
She waltzed serenely up to the gypsy cart window and ordered two apple tarts and a bowl of apple sauce, which she promptly ate while Mogey and Smush watched wordlessly.
"You sir," she said, addressing Mogey as she wiped the crumbs off her delicate hands. "Are you the architect of these tasty delights?"
"No'm," Mogey admitted. "I'm really more of an assistant. Me pal Smush here is the true genius behind Mogey and Smush's Casa de Apples and Appley Things."
"Is this true?" the princess asked. Smush nodded. "Then come back to my castle with me and be my husband. Any man who can work such wonders with apples and appley things has earned my undying admiration and affection. You shall be King and Lord of every apple the sun touches. And your friend the good Mogey will have any Dukedom his heart desires."
"Truly?" Smush asked.
"Truly," the princess replied. "If you'll pour me one glass of apple cider we can be on our way immediately!"
"Cider?" Smush demanded. "Apple CIDER? Do I look like a purveyor of cider to you? Cider is for grouchy babies and rebellious grandpas! That scenario you just laid out - you know, the one that I've dreamt about since the day I was born in the pig trough next door - is off! Off I say!"
Without another word, the princess turned on her heel, climbed into the coach, and drove away.
"Way to tell her, Smush," Mogey congratulated. "That princess had another thing coming. Cider... p'shaw...."
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