Mogey walked into the drawing room one afternoon to find Smush hard at work on an oil painting.
"What do you think?" Smush asked. "It's almost finished."
"Wow," Mogey replied, impressed. "This is really really good. Is that a famous donkey or do you know him personally?"
Smush's lip quivered ever so slightly. "It's not supposed to be a donkey," he cried. "It's a portrait of you!"
Mogey took one last appraising look at the painting and then pulled out his flare gun and launched one right into the face of his own donkeyish likeness. That was the last time Smush ever tried to paint Mogey, but it was the beginning of what art historians would later call his "donkey years."
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