One frigid day Mogey and Smush were trudging across the unforgiving tundra of the far North. The wind cut like a razorbacked poisontoothed sharpsnouted cobra holding a rustproof titanium alloy carving knife. And it was cold, too.
"Hey Smush!" Mogey yelled. "I've just thought of something!"
"What's that?" Smush asked.
"While we're up here we should try to see the Admirable Snowman!"
"Don't you mean the Abominable Snowman?" Smush cried over the wind's howl.
"Why in the world would we TRY to see someone called the Abominable Snowman?" Mogey replied, shaking his head at Smush's foolishness.
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