Some of the boxes down cellar had gotten terribly mildewy, and so Mogey and Smush were carrying the worst ones upstairs to the rubbish heap.
"This thing is unnatural heavy," Mogey said, grunting as he hefted a particularly mildewy cardboard box. "What in the world is in it?"
"Clay," Smush responded, a far off look in his eye. "It's 30 pounds of clay from that failed diorama I was building of the world spatzle-eating competition."
"Why, we can't throw this out!" Mogey cried. "That spatzle diorama was your life's work! You could still finish it!"
"Never," Smush said slowly, pointing a quivering finger in Mogey's face, "mention that spatzle diorama to me again."
Smush grabbed the box and stormed upstairs. Mogey took a moment alone in the basement then, to muse to himself about the pressures of the high level diorama world.
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