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"What should we have for lunch today, Smush?" Mogey asked one cool weekend morning.

"How about deviled eggs?" Smush volunteered. Mogey gasped in horror, his eyes wide and his nostrils wiggling at the audacity of Smush's suggestion.

"Deviled eggs on a Sunday?" Mogey exclaimed. "How dast you?"

"What's wrong with that?" Smush asked.

"What's wrong with that?" Mogey repeated incredulously. "What's wrong with that? Have you gone mad? No deviled foods of any kind are allowed on Sundays! It's a hard and fast rule: no deviled ham, no deviled spam, and certainly no deviled eggs."

"Well what should we have then?" Smush queried, rolling his eyes.

"To counteract the impudence of your first suggestion I'd say we should have angeled eggs," Mogey replied. "Or mere-mortaled eggs at a bare minimum."

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Mogey and Smush found themselves breaking up a fight at their bakery for the 5th time in a fortnight. This tussle was between Jimmy Nottingwood and Beefcake MacGraw, who'd accused Jimmy of swiping a fingerful of frosting from his red velvet cupcake. Of course, Jimmy Nottingwood wouldn't stand being accused (falsely or otherwise) of anything, and so fisticuffs ensued.

Mogey and Smush were able to separate the combatants before any damage was done to their display case, and they gave each man a calming honey bran muffin and sent him on his merry way.

Officer Mulberry showed up not long after, having received numerous calls about the disturbance from the saloon across the street.

"Nothing broke, boys?" Officer Mulberry asked.

"Not this time, thank goodness," Smush replied. "But we just keep getting fights in here lately - I can't figure it out!"

"It's a head-scratcher," the officer said. "But I wonder if it's got anything to do with you changing your motto from 'Always Fresh' to 'Mogey and Smush's: Where Rough Men Go to Eat Soft Pastries.'"

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Mogey and Smush each had a room in the old house into which the other daren't enter. Mogey's such room was his bedchamber, which contained the hammock where he slept every night, along with his extensive collection of beanie babies. Smush's private room, on the other hand, was his study. Long had Mogey been curious about the contents of his best pal's study, and so he gleaned tidbits about the room whenever he could.

One day, Mogey couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He'd heard rumors from the house's mice (who weren't a talkative bunch, but could occasionally be bribed with a wheel of aged gouda) about some sort of large animal head mounted in Smush's study, and Mogey just had to know what it was.

"Smush," Mogey began cautiously, "if you don't mind me asking, how have you decorated your little study?"

"Oh, a bit of this and a bit of that," Smush replied, not looking up from the arts and leisure section of the morning paper. "Just things I've collected in my travels."

"You wouldn't, by any chance, have any sort of big game mounted on your wall, would you?" Mogey asked.

"You mean like the head of the Munching Snail of Cairo? The most fearsome mollusk ever to ooze slimily across the face of the earth?" Smush queried. Mogey nodded vigorously. "No, nothing like that," Smush continued, returning to his paper. "And you need to stop listening to those mice so much."

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One day Mogey and Smush were at work in the gumball factory, when Mogey noticed a brand new, shiny red button mounted on the wall. Above the button hung a stern sign that read "Do Not Push." Being inquisitive by nature, Mogey didn't last 30 seconds before he just had to see what the button would do. Ignoring the sign, he approached the button and depressed it with one of his plump fingers.

But a very strange thing happened: nothing. Work in the factory continued as normal, but no sooner had Mogey pushed the button than he began to feel a pit of dread growing in his tummy. Later, as he and Smush punched out for the day, they stepped outside into a driving rainstorm.

"Is this the button's purpose?" Mogey exclaimed as thunder boomed in the distance. "Did the button cause this storm?"

"Don't be silly, Mogey," Smush replied, pulling his parka tight about him. "The weather man has been predicting a rainstorm all week."

As Mogey and Smush walked up the narrow road at the edge of town, they were accosted by two highwaymen in deep purple masks.

"Did the button send you?" Mogey demanded of the highwaymen as they relieved Mogey and Smush of their most prized possessions.

"No," one of them answered. "And give me all three of your necklaces - including the candy one."

Finally Mogey and Smush reached home, damp, tired, and famished, only to find that their butler, Chalmsley, had burned their evening toast.

"Darn it, Mogey," Smush said, biting into a piece of blackened toast with marmalade. "I told you not to push that button."

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume CCCXXIII

"There's something I've been meaning to ask you for a long time," Smush said to Mogey one day as they were out berry picking.

"Yes? What's that, Smush?" Mogey queried, popping a ripe blomberry into his mouth.

"What is your favorite type of cutlery?" Smush asked.

"The spoon," Mogey replied without hesitation.

"Really?" Smush said. "I always figured you for a fork type."

"Rubbish!" Mogey rejoined. "Absolute trash in a basket! The fork is far inferior to the spoon. Let me ask you this: can you eat beef broth with a fork?"

"Not really," Smush answered.

"Ah, but can you eat beef broth with a spoon?" Mogey asked.

"Yes..." said Smush.

"I rest my case," Mogey concluded, taking a long draught of beef broth from his canteen.

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"Step right up, step right up!" the man in the straw hat hollered, so Mogey and Smush stepped up. They knew the unwritten law of the fairground: woe is he who does not follow the instructions of a man in a straw hat.

"Step right up," the man repeated. "Come and see Honkman, the miraculous talking duck - only two silver pennies. I personally guarantee he talks or your money back."

Mogey and Smush immediately forked over the cash and proceeded behind the curtain where a white duck stood looking at what appeared to be an extremely short sheet music stand. The two pals stared at Honkman expectantly.

"Ahem..." Honkman said, clearing his throat and glancing back down at his lines. "Quack."

"How cool was that?" Mogey whispered sharply to Smush as they hustled out of the little room.

"I know!" Smush replied. "Should we get back in line and go again?"

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One foggy morn, Mogey and Smush were circling the bay in their old trawler, the HMS Pork Fritter, checking all their lobster pots. They'd done about half a morning's worth of work (and eaten half a morning's worth of eclairs) when they pulled up a pot with the strangest looking critter inside.

"What is that thing, Smush?" Mogey asked, staring at the creature in disgust.

"I can't say for sure, Mogey," Smush responded as he eyed the thing warily. "Let's see: it seems to be a crustacean of some sort, with a reddish-brown shell. It's got two giant claws in the front and a bunch of little legs down both sides, and its got a big curled under tail that keeps whapping about."

"Could it be?" Mogey suggested breathlessly.

"Yes, Mogey, I do believe we've done it," Smush whispered. "After all these years...we've finally caught a lobster!"

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"Say, Mogey," Smush said one day as the two pals were shaving cedar shingles in the shade of a cork tree, "have you ever told a lie?"

"Never," Mogey replied with certainty.

"What about the time you told Sherriff Boonpangles that you were being disruptive in the town hall meeting due to circumstances beyond your control?" Smush asked.

"Look, just because I've never told a lie doesn't mean I haven't made false statements with a deliberate intent to deceive from time to time," Mogey said. "Besides, how could I have controlled the circumstances of Old Man Gingersnap's big bald head looking particularly shiney on a night when I just so happened to have my best peashooter in my pocket?"

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"Smush! Smush!" Mogey yelled, running breathlessly about the house until he found Smush marinating lamb shanks in the kitchen. "You'll never believe what I just found! A bee tree!"

"Excellent," Smush replied, grinning widely. "Now grab a pan full of embers from the fire and meet me out front, I'm going to grab my lacrosse helmet." The two pals charged off in separate directions and met in the front garden.

"There's one other thing," Mogey mentioned as they walked. "The bees are actually hornets...do you suppose that makes a difference for the honey?"

"I don't see why it should," Smush said. "Hornet babies need to eat just as much as other bee babies, don't they?"

When the pals reached the bee tree they kindled a wet fire just upwind of the hornet nest and waited while the heavy smoke lulled the hornets to sleep. After a while, the sound of hornet snoring began to fill the forest and Mogey and Smush cautiously reached into the tree, pulling out several honeycombs each.

"Bleckk!" Mogey shouted, spitting out the first bite. "This hornet honey tastes awful!"

"That it does, Mogey," Smush said, wiping his mouth. "I think we must have gotten a stale batch."

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One day Mogey and Smush were passing by the town store when something caught Mogey's fancy. Hanging in the store window was a little wicker cage containing a canary as bright yellow as a a half-eaten jar of spicy mustard. Mogey knew then and there that the canary would be his, and he walked inside with an air of purpose he normally reserved for food-related activities.

"How much for the birdie?" he asked the proprietor.

"Free," the shopkeeper said with a sigh of relief. "Just take it off my hands. The durned thing won't clam up!"

"Cheep cheep," the little canary tweeted.

"Is that all he does?" Mogey said. "That cheeping ain't so bad."

"It don't seem so bad now," the shopkeeper replied, "but try listening to it for a few days...it's enough to drive a man to madness!"

"It doesn't bother me any," Mogey said. "As a matter of fact I quite like it. I'll take the little guy."

"Cheep cheep," the bird called.

"Now, Mogey," Smush cautioned, "are you quite sure? You always take a shine to these little animals and then get bored of them the next week. It's a lot of work to take care of that little canary...."

"P'shaw," Mogey replied. "P'shaw." So the pals headed on home, Mogey carrying the little canary in his wicker cage, Smush holding a sack of bird feed. By the time they were strolling up the front walk an hour later, Mogey's eyes had the hollow look of someone who might snap at any moment.

"I can't stand it any more!" he cried. "The thing just doesn't stop that ridiculous cheeping! Doesn't his throat ever get tired? This bird is pure evil, Smush, pure evil, I tell you! He must be destroyed!"

"Cheep cheep," the canary said.

"Alright," Smush replied, heaving a great sigh. "I'll go tell Mittens and Whiskers they're getting something special for dinner tonight."

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One afternoon Mogey and Smush were relaxing on their front porch, sipping lemonade and munching on molasses cookies with molasses frosting that were especially tasty when dunked in large bowl of molasses. They were just beginning to debate whether a dozen cookies apiece is too many for one sitting, when their conversation was interrupted by a man walking up the front steps.

"Good morrow, gentlemen," the man said. He was a youngish fellow with a bit of beard clinging to his face and he wore what appeared to be a deerskin jacket. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but, you see, I'm a bit lost. The name's Sebastian Hankanitus," he went on, extending a hand.

"Bless you," said Smush.

"Say, what a coincidence. I think I have a case of that Substin Hunkaritus on my foot," Mogey exclaimed.

"Er, I think you misunderstood me, sir," Sebastian replied. "You see, my name is Sebastian Hankanitus."

"Right, right," Mogey said, nodding. "No, I understand you, Doc. But since you're here, would you mind taking a look at my foot?"

"Sir, no, I'm not a doctor," Sebastian protested as Mogey plopped his bare foot on the table. "Why do you want me to look at your foot?"

"I thought you said you were an expert on Stankerson Honkenitus," Mogey answered. "And I got it bad. I mean look at this hoof! It's bluer than a sheep who's been painted blue. What do you think, Doc?"

"I don't know," Sebastian sighed, glancing about the room. "Maybe stop eating so much molasses?"

"That's what all the other doctors keep telling me," Mogey said, shaking his head as he munched another cookie. "But it's just so darned refreshing."

The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume CCCXVI

It was time for Mogey and Smush's 93rd annual Race for the Green Crown. The pals raced over hill and dale, under dill and hale, and all the way around Le Dahlil (a very stinky swampland in the neighboring township). After many seconds of competition (and a round of seconds at the all-you-can-eat ice cream buffet as well) Mogey was the first atop Bellyache Bridge, where the Green Crown was kept.

"I've done it!" Mogey wheezed, attempting to hold his hands aloft with joy. "I've won the 93rd annual Race for the Green Crown!"

He ceremoniously placed the illustrious Green Crown atop his head and performed a customary celebration known as the "braggart's twirl." But Mogey's legs were burning with exhaustion and his tummy was full of ice cream, so he lost his balance just enough that the Green Crown flew off his head and into the river below.

"Nooooooooo!" Mogey cried, falling to his knees.

"Don't fret, Mogey," Smush consoled his pal, who was now openly weeping. "After all, the Green Crown is nothing but an upside-down lily pad."

Just then, an extraordinarily large bald man appeared at the top of the bridge. He was sopping wet, from the top of his shiny head, to the tips of his hairy toes.

"Say," the man said, "did someone throw this upside-down lily pad at me?"

"Oh thank you, sir!" Mogey exclaimed, snatching the Green Crown from the man's hand and placing it back atop his own head. "You've saved the 93rd annual Race for the Green Crown!"

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One breezy afternoon, Mogey and Smush were out back feeding the pigs their second mid-afternoon snack, when they noticed a strange man prowling about the barnyard. Without so much as a nod to acknowledge their presence, the man crept along, pausing every so often to twist his orangey-red moustache. The man carried an old-timey musket, which was his only option gun-wise, seeing as it was old timey times.

"Pardon me, mister," Smush called. "But may we help you?" The man turned toward Mogey and Smush and held a finger to his lips.

"The name's Rudolph Binkle," he whispered. "Dinosaur hunter."

"Well, Master Binkle," Mogey said. "As you can see, we have no dinosaurs here...."

"Shh!" Rudolph Binkle hissed. "I may have gotten one in my sights! Yes! Tis a rare bumposaurus if I ever saw one."

"My good man," Smush stated with just a hint of frustration. "If you do not cease pointing that rifle at our pet camel, Chauncey, I shall be forced to hogtie you and remove you from the premises."

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One day Mogey and Smush were running the obstacle course at boot camp, except that instead of running, they were lollygagging. Mogey and Smush were notorious throughout their unit for lollygaggery, and on this particular day Sergeant Sauerbraten decided he'd had enough.

"Private Mogey! Private Smush!" he howled. "Is that lollygagging I spy?"

"Yes, Sergeant Sauerbraten, sir, it surely is," Smush retorted, kicking his legs as he sat atop the monkey bars.

"Do you know what I do with privates who enjoy lollygagging?" Sergeant Sauerbraten asked, grabbing Mogey by the front of his shirt.

"No, Your Sauerness, ah, sir," Mogey stuttered, staring in amazement at Sergeant Sauerbraten's visibly beefy breath.

"I administer...water torture," Sergeant Sauerbraten said, lowering his voice to a whisper. Mogey and Smush gasped with fear. "That's right: the one and only beverage you'd be allowed to consume for 48 straight hours is water. Any questions?"

"Just one," Smush asked, his eyes wide with terror. "Are frappes considered a beverage?"

"You're darn right they are," Sergeant Sauerbraten sneered. Mogey and Smush sprinted the rest of the obstacle course so fast, that had their lollygaggery not already set them severely behind, they would have finished in record time. And not once, for the rest of their days, did Mogey and Smush even consider lollygagging.

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"Oy, Smush!" Mogey shouted one morning as he jumped up and down on his Smush's bed in an effort to wake him up. "It's almost light out and the durfing is supposed to be incredible today!"

"What in the name of apple dumplings is 'durfing?'" Smush demanded without opening his eyes.

"What is durfing? You can't be serious," Mogey chided. "Have you been living under a rock, Smush?"

"I do live under a rock," Smush replied. "Our house is a burrow dug beneath the mighty Boulder of Brigenders, remember?"

"Oh yeah," Mogey said. "Well that doesn't excuse your lack of knowledge about the grand sport of durfing - it's all the rage among the youths and youthettes of the land!" Mogey honked Smush's nose until he finally opened his eyes. "I'm about to tell you two words that have captured the imaginations of thousands... donkey surfing."

"Donkey surfing?" Smush asked.

"Donkey surfing," Mogey replied. "There's nothing quite like the feeling of smooth donkey fur beneath your feet as you balance atop the most graceful creature in the kingdom at a full gallop. That's durfing." Mogey reduced his voice to a whisper. "And rumor has it that this very morning, durfing pioneer Sir Andre Michael Michaelson III will attempt to durf the undurfable Shale Bluff atop his mighty steed, Bucky."

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One clear winter's day when the sunlight glinted off the snow like candlelight off a freshly-licked butter knife, Mogey and Smush were strolling through town. As they passed a dark and mysterious alleyway, a voice beckoned them from the shadows.

"Von't you help me, good sirs?" the voice said in a thick Transylvanian accent. Mogey and Smush looked at each other, shrugged, and veered into the alleyway.

The voice's owner, it turned out, was an extraordinarily pale man wearing an old fashioned suit and a deep purple cape.

"I vant to eat!" the pale man exclaimed, gesturing strangely with his cape. "If I do not eat I vill die."

"Seems accurate," Mogey said.

"We're with you so far..." Smush added.

"But zee only thing I can eat - or more truthfully, drink - vell...it is forbidden!" the pale man said, guiltily looking away.

"What is it?" Mogey asked curiously. "What's the only thing you can drink?"

"Zee most taboo liquid to drink in all zee vorld. Zee most sinful of all beverages!" the pale man said. "By now I am sure you have realized vhat I speak of: Havaiian punch!"

"Hawaiian punch?" Smush demanded. "Why don't you just go get it yourself?"

"Look at my skin!" the man cried. "I vould burn like a crispy pork snack! Zee sun is glinting like candlelight off a freshly licked butter knife!"

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One morning on their way to work at the snake hatchery, Mogey and Smush paused in front of a blue spruce to which clung the largest squid either of them had ever seen.

"What's going on here?" Mogey asked Smush as they stared up at the squid, who was waggling his tentacles in an impudent manner.

"It appears to be a squid in a tree," Smush replied.

"Huh," Mogey said thoughtfully. "How do you suppose he got up there?"

"I haven't the foggiest idea," Smush said. "All I know is that the problem of what we're eating for lunch today seems to have been solved for us. Now run back and get our stepladder, won't you, Mogey? I'll go tell Mr. Dawdlefooze we're going to be a few minutes late to work."

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One day Mogey and Smush were bringing a sheep to market when they encountered a tinker on the mud track just outside town. The tinker travelled in a ramshackle cart drawn by two jackrabbits and a three legged pony, and he took particular interest in the white Derbyshire Mogey and Smush were leading along.

"Be that sheep for sale, gentlefolk?" the tinker asked. He hopped down from his cart, which shook violently, causing all the bits and bobs hanging from the eves to make quite a racket. "I'll give ye two pieces of silver, a raccoon pelt, and this Jimbo "Jellylegs" Johnston signed rookie card for it."

"Are you serious?" Smush asked, taken aback. "I am sure you speak in jest, goodly tinker, for this is a prize Derbyshire white, the finest sheep in the whole county! "

"Alright, alright," the tinker replied. "You gentlemen drive a hard bargain. How about a sack of grapefruits, a lucky boar's tusk, my plumpest hen, and this coupon for two free games of skee ball at Funland?"

"Excuse me a moment while I confer with my business associate, won't you?" Smush said. He turned to Mogey. "Is skee ball the one where you try to jump the balls into those little targets?" he whispered. Mogey nodded, and Smush turned back to the tinker. "Throw in half of that ham sandwich you're eating and you've got yourself a deal!"

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One day Mogey and Smush walked into town to buy some scarves and a case of soy sauce when they came upon a large group of people gathered before city hall.

"What's going on here?" Mogey asked a crinkly old wheelwright.

"A wizard's just come through town!" the ancient man said. "He set a jar of pickles on the town hall steps and decreed that any man who could open it was destined to be the next King of Smolsey!"

Mogey and Smush pushed to the front of the crowd, where a half dozen men were brutalizing a small pickle jar with sledge hammers, spears, and even their fists. The pickle jar absorbed all the punishment without so much as a crack.

"Allow me, gentlemen, if you will," Smush said, brushing past the attackers. He knelt to pick up the pickle jar and carefully examined it. With a flick of his wrist, Smush popped the jar open and fished out a pickle.

"My stars!" one of the onlookers cried in disbelief. "How did you do that?"

"Righty tighty, lefty loosey," Smush replied calmly, munching on the pickle. The crowd let out a collective groan.

"I told you guys we had it wrong!" another onlooker shouted.

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One day while they were on holiday Mogey and Smush were taking a stroll through a large, rustic orchard.

"Funny thing about grapefruits," Mogey said as they passed a stand of grapefruit trees. "Did you know they're neither grapes nor fruits?"

"They are certainly fruits," Smush replied.

"Funny thing about blueberries," Mogey said, pointing to a thicket of blueberry bushes. "Did you know they're neither--"

"They are too!" Smush interrupted. "They're both blue AND berries!"

"Funny thing about how getting hit in the face with a rotten peach is both fun and NOT a huge mess," Mogey said menacingly as he picked up a peach bigger and rottener than Big Peachy Rotterdam, the lead singer of The Orchard Blues Three.

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One day Mogey and Smush discovered that a small colony of feral pigs had taken up residence in their chimney, and so they hired a chimney sweep to come out and take a look at their delicate situation.

"Tom Big Toe, at your service," the chimney sweep said as he walked up the front drive. He was a short, stout man, and did not look at all designed for crawling up chimneys.

"Tom Big Toe?" Mogey declared, shaking the chimney sweep's grubby hand. "Ha! Just like Tom Thumb!"

"Don't you EVER mention that name in my presence!" Tom Big Toe yelled, putting a wrought iron fire-poker to Mogey's neck with alarming quickness. "That lummox is my cousin! For the life of me I can't understand why Tom Thumb gets to entertain kings and get baked into pies and hide in the mouths of slack-jawed millers when Tom Big Toe is stuck here sweeping chimneys! It's plain crooked, it is."

Mogey and Smush exchanged incredulous looks but remained silent as Tom Big Toe lowered the fire-poker.

"Alrighty then," Tom Big Toe said, clapping his hands together. "Let's see about that pig colony in your chimney!"

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One icy spring day, Mogey and Smush sat on the floor of their yurt, huddled over their raw coke fire, when they heard the knock of a strong and hairy fist on the front door.

"May I come in and get warm for a moment?" a strong and hairy voice called from outside.

"Be you a sasquatch?" Smush asked cautiously.

"No!" the voice yelled. "I'm naught but an arctic seal!"

"Then shove off!" Mogey yelled. "No one gets into this yurt unless he can give out big warm sasquatch hugs!"

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"Smush?" Mogey began as he approached the pastry table where his pal sat hard at work making beef n' gravy turnovers. "I need you to come help me fight Cucumber McGraw."

"Fight Cucumber McGraw?" Smush asked, removing his beef juice safety goggles dramatically. "But he's got the strength of a dozen burly men, plus another man who's only a bit burly! What's he done to you, anyhow?"

"He disrespected the name of Mogey in front of half the town!" Mogey replied. "As we passed one another on the street I greeted him cordially, but ol' Cucumber McGraw whacked me full in the face with a sack of leafy greens."

"Tisk tisk, Mogey," Smush said, shaking his noggin. "He meant no disrespect. That's just how Cucumber McGraw says hello."

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"You see that house up there?" Smush said one day as he and Mogey were ambling along Haystack Boulevard. He pointed to a cozy-looking brick building with an impeccably kept front garden. "Be on your guard as we pass that one, my lad. That's the house of Witch Richards, the orneriest old hag in all these parts."

Mogey gulped, but wanting to look like a tough guy, he recomposed himself and nodded stoically as they approached Witch Richards' abode. No sooner had they passed her garden gate than the front door creaked open and out stepped a matronly old woman carrying a cookie sheet in her oven mitt-ensconced hands.

"Oh boys!" she called sweetly. Mogey and Smush stopped dead in their tracks with fear. "Boys, would you like some fresh-baked oatmeal raisin cookies?"

Mogey and Smush both stared at her for a split second before turning and tearing down the street as though their preposterous lives depended on it.

"See what I mean, Mogey?" Smush yelled as they ran. "The orneriest old hag in all these parts. Oatmeal raisin - BLEH!"

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One afternoon Smush came barreling through the front door, slamming it behind him and startling Mogey, who'd been busy making a broccoli bake, minus the broccoli.

"Gadzooks, Mogey!" Smush shouted. "Hail is coming down out there as big as hens' eggs!"

Mogey looked out the window, a rapturous smile spreading across his face, and dashed outside without a word. When he returned he was whistling happily and carrying half a dozen hailstones in his apron.

"Gonna make me an ice omelet," he sang quietly, "gonna cook one up real nice. Hail the size of hen's eggs. Ice ommmmelet...ice ommmmmmmmmmmmmelet...."

Mogey stoked the fire in the pot belly stove until the frying pan on top was good and hot, singing and humming all the while. But as he tried to crack first one hailstone, then another, and another, without success, Mogey began to realize that his ice omelet dream was an impossible one.

Smush watched as his pal stood, staring at the frying pan in shock, looking as sad as a chicken whose son has just turned evil.