Mogey and Smush had heard legends of a sport known as whitewater rafting. While they weren't familiar with the concept of rapids (or rafts, for that matter), they knew this newfangled form of recreation was thrilling, and so when a rafting outfit opened two towns over, the pals hitched up Mogey's old donkey, Mr. Prune, and hopped into the wagon.
When they reached RaftBros Unlimited, Mogey and Smush were greeted by an enthusiastically laid-back guide named Bug Muggins. Before they knew it, Bug had ushered the pals into a pair of wetsuits and aboard an inflatable raft.
"Alright, chieftains," said Muggins as he dipped an oar in the water, "our first intense section is coming up just ahead: it's a steep set of riffles called The Monkey's Abs."
"Sounds pleasant en-- WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT?" hollered Smush.
"That'll be The Monkey's Abs. Ain't she a beaut?" Bug Muggins answered.
"WHY IS THE WATER ALL... ANGRY AND WHITE?" Mogey cried fearfully.
"Chill out, pig snout," Bug Muggins said calmly. "It's whitewater rafting, remember?"
"You meant that..." Smush began. "LITERALLY?" he and Mogey exclaimed in unison.
"Right on!" said Bug Muggins joyfully.
Mogey and Smush exchanged looks of disbelief before they both leapt from the raft, swam to shore, and didn't stop until they - and Mr. Prune - were safely ensconced in an AstroBurger outpost, taking in refreshment to recover from the harrowing ordeal.
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