The rain thrashed against the clapboards of the Billygoat's Beard Inn as Mogey and Smush stumbled inside, drenched to their bones.
"Mogey..." Smush panted. "Are the bones alright?" Mogey peeked inside his rucksack at the most precious of cargo: four pounds of prime soup bones for Chef Ricardo de Formaggio.
"They're drenched," Mogey replied, "but I think they're ok."
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