One day Mogey and Smush were sweeping sawdust. They weren't cleaning up or anything, but from time to time, the two pals found it quite therapeutic to go out to the sawmill and push some dust around.
"Oh Mogey, young Mogey," Smush began. "A question: if you put all the flavours of juice in the world, in order from most horrid to most delectable, what would be your least favorite?"
"That's an easy one," Mogey replied. "It would be the juice a lumberjack squeezes out of his bandana after a long day in a steamy forest. And yourself?"
"Lumberjack bandana juice is second on my list," Smush answered. "But the worst of the worst would most certainly be prune juice. I simply cannot tolerate the stuff."
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