One day Smush was mixing up some egg nog when Mogey walked in from a long half hour's work in the peacock fields. Smush thought it would be the height of hilarity to flick his noggy whisk in Mogey's direction, splattering him with a fine spray of nogdroplets. Mogey paused in mid step. Cautiously, he wiped a finger across his cheek and put it to his mouth.
"Smush," Mogey said, turning intensely toward his friend as his eyes narrowed, "you've just made my list."
"What list is that?" Smush asked, suddenly nervous.
"A list I keep nailed to my wall..." Mogey began, his face etched with emotion, "of people who make delicious egg nog."
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