Mogey used his sleeve to wipe sweat from his brow as he hauled himself over the next branch. He took a deep breath and helped Smush climb up next to him, trying not to let his pal's fingers slip out of his sweat-slicked grip. The way was arduous and fraught with danger, but they had no choice: This was the only way to seek the wisdom of The Sage.
Twice Mogey nearly fell on the ascent, saved only by quick thinking and the way his muffin top caught on the sappy branches. Smush likewise faltered, but was rescued by a mysterious purple monkey, who introduced himself as Corn Boland, gave Smush a quick peck on the cheek, and disappeared into the forest.
At last the pals reached The Sage's lair, where they were greeted by the sight of a round face, great golden eyes, and a beak sharper than the pincher claw of an Arabian balloon-popper crab.
"Oh wise The Sage," Mogey began, shaking a drop of sweat from the tip of his nose, "we beg your counsel on a matter--"
"Who," hooted The Sage.
"Ah, good point," Smush replied. "I am humble Smush, and this is perspiring Mogey."
"Persevering Mogey, I believe my humble friend means," Mogey said, as more sweat streamed down his damp cheeks. "The Sage, we come seeking your advice on a question with no answer. A riddle only you can solve." He paused and took a deep breath. "Original recipe or extra crispy?"
In response, The Sage burped mightily and spat out an aged mouse tail. Smush picked up the tail, which crackled between his fingers.
"Extra crispy?" he asked.
"Extra crispy," Mogey confirmed. "The Sage has spoken."
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