"Hey Smush?" Mogey said of a morning as the two of them were hoeing the turnip patch. "Why don't we have a dog?"
"You mean a pet dog?" Smush asked, eyebrows raised in surprise.
"That's right, a pet dog," Mogey replied. "I feel like we're the type of folk who'd have one of those."
"Well," Smush said, "we could get a dog, only none of our pets ever lasts very long because you always get hungry and eat them."
"I do not!" Mogey retorted angrily, a comically large tear welling up in his eye.
"Yes, you sure do," Smush said. "In fact you just ate our rabbit and two of our goldfish yesterday afternoon. Are you sure you aren't just curious about what the dog would taste like?"
With that Mogey began to sob and flung his head upon Smush's shoulder. "I can't help it!" he sniffled. "I read somewhere that they tasted like coffee cake."
Smush stroked his friend's head tenderly. "No you didn't, you bizarre individual," he said.
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