One sunny Tuesday, Mogey and Smush found themselves stuck at the top of a tree. It is best not to describe in full how they wound up there, but suffice it to say that the journey involved a peanut butter sandwich and a bold raccoon with an affection for pranks (and peanut butter sandwiches).
"Alright, Mogey," said Smush after a long silence, "out with it."
"Out with what?"
"You've been glowering at both the sky and the ground for the last 45 minutes, which I know means you've got theories on the best way to get down. Let's hear 'em."
Mogey took a final glower at the earth, the sky, and his own dangly arm fat before finally responding.
"I've got four--no, five ideas so far," said the Mogster. "But before I lay them out for you, let me see you give those arms a shake."
Smush did as instructed, and Mogey closely observed his pal's borderline marsupial under-arm pouches, going so far as to snatch one on the backswing and give it a closer inspection.
"Yes, yes, yes," he muttered. "This will do nicely. Ok, the first idea I call 'the flying squirrel.' You see, we'll roll up our sleeves, spread our arms wide, and--"
"I get the picture," Smush responded. "Let's hear some of the other ideas, shall we?"
"Erm," Mogey hesitated, "was there something in particular that you don't like about the first idea?"
"It's best we don't dwell on it," said Smush.
"Alright then. My second idea I call 'the sugar glider...'"
As Smush mentally prepared himself for a long night in the treetop, the forest was still but for the lip-smacking of a prankster raccoon who was now wishing for a glass of milk.
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