One foggy morning Mogey and Smush were out in the barn milking the goats. Splish-splish went the foamy milk into the pail and Mogey and Smushed hummed their own private milking songs to themselves.
"Smush?" Mogey said after a while. "Do you ever wonder if there's something more?"
"You mean to life?" Smush asked, ducking his head beneath the udder of the cow he was milking.
"No," said Mogey, "not more to life, more in the udder! I always feel like we leave a few of the choicest drops in there!"
"Put down that bench vice!" Smush said sternly before Mogey could do anything. Mogey glared at him and tried to hide the clamp behind his back. "And now apologize to Spots Chamberlain!" Smush said, gesturing to the goat who was looking back at Mogey in a state udder fear.
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