One day Mogey and Smush were hulling strawberries out back. Smush, who had been uncharacteristically pensive for the preceding hour or so, finally spoke up.
"I've been thinking, Mogey," he said.
"What have you been thinking?" Mogey replied.
"I've been thinking I might like to run for mayor of this here township," Smush stated.
"You?" Mogey asked, chuckling. "Mayor of Turgusburgington? You don't know the first thing about being mayor!"
"How dast you?" Smush demanded. "What don't I know about being mayor?"
"Well," Mogey answered thoughtfully, "do you know how to spell the name of the town, for instance?"
"But of course I do!" Smush said. "The historic village of Turgusburgington, spelled T-E-G-S-B-U-G-then there's one of those little symbols that looks sort of like an eight with a tail-T-U-N. Turgusburgington."
"I've doubted you before," Mogey responded after a moment, "but this was the last time. You'll make the greatest mayor this little town has ever seen!"
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