One day Mogey returned home from a hard afternoon's work churning butter and pulling weeds in the prune fields, only to find Smush reclined in the barcalounger fashioning miniature paper gliders and launching them at the cat.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mogey demanded.
"Trying to hit Whiskerberg with a glider," Smush replied. "What's it look like?"
"I thought you said you couldn't churn butter and weed the prune fields today because you had to catch up on some paperwork!" Mogey cried.
"So hitting Whiskerberg with a paper glider isn't paperwork?" Smush answered. "He's devilish tricky. I've been sitting in this barcalounger all day and haven't hit him once."
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