Mindful of their quarry's vicious nature, Mogey and Smush crept silently through the peach orchard until finally they came to the Tree of Baradur. They army crawled until they were just beneath the tree, then - without warning - Smush got straight to his feet.
"Get down, Smush!" Mogey cried. "The peaches will kill you!"
"Nonsense. What in the world are you talking about?"
"The Warlike Peaches of Baradur are said to carry spears so sharp that they can pierce steel-plated armor and soccer shin guards alike!"
"That's true," Smush replied, plucking a ripe peach off the nearest branch and biting into it. "But they're also peaches... it's not like they can throw a spear or anything."
"Oh," Mogey said. He too plucked a peach and bit into it. "Yowch!"
"You bit into a spear so sharp that it could pierce steel-plated armor and soccer shin guards alike, didn't you?"
"Yeth," Mogey replied.
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