The Abbreviated Adventures of Mogey & Smush Volume LXXIV

One afternoon when it really wasn't any season at all, Mogey and Smush were ambling down to the bakery for fresh-made popovers when they encountered one of the most annoying fellows in all the village.

"Good morrow Masters Mogey and Smush!" the vexatious gentleman said, poking his head out the shop door. "Could I interest either of you in a lovely hairpiece today?"

Wigsy Wigguns, the toupee maker, had the bad luck to establish his business in a town with a peculiarly low number of bald men, and that peculiarly low number was zero. So Wigsy had become a bit of a pushy salesman in recent years.

"No thank you, Wigsy," Mogey said, rolling his eyes. "We're not bald, remember?" The wigmaker hung his head with melancholy and trudged back inside his vastly overstocked shop.

Mogey and Smush continued on toward the bakery, but it wasn't long before Smush heard a quiet snipping sound in his ear. He spun around to see Wigsy Wigguns running away and cackling, a fistful of Smush hair held high.