One winter's evening Mogey and Smush were cleaning the bellows they used in the old wrought-iron woodstove. The bellows get very dusty in the dead of winter because Mogey and Smush were always sawing things indoors.
"Mogey?" Smush said as they worked. "I've always wondered something. What is your favorite color?"
"Midnight plum!" Mogey replied excitedly. Not only was he very proud of his favorite color, he'd been waiting ages for Smush to ask him about it. Smush, however, gave Mogey a long, gritty stare.
"Awful," he said, shaking his head. "Just awful."
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