One evening Mogey and Smush were sitting around the parlor. Smush was reading a thick book entitled Cultural Advances made by Dwarves and Especially Tall Ladies and Mogey was coloring a picture of a woodchuck playing a banjo and staying mostly inside the lines, too.
"You know what I think I might do?" Smush said. "I think I might make some popcorn."
"Oh..." Mogey replied, his eyes darting hither and thither "...great."
Smush skipped gleefully into the kitchen and returned about half an hour later, handing Mogey a bowl containing a rich stew of corn kernels and Dr. Pepper.
"There you are, Mogey," Smush said. "Fresh-made popcorn! You can't get this stuff just anywhere!"
Mogey screwed his eyes shut and shoveled a small spoonful of "pop-corn" into his mouth. It tasted like licking a carriage wheel that had just rolled through a cemetary.
"One of your best batches yet," Mogey said, trying not grimace. Smush took great pride in his "pop-corn" ever since he'd guessed what it was.
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