"Say, Smush," Mogey said one day as they were collecting eggs from the henhouse one morning, "have you ever heard tell of the Blarney Stone?"
"You mean that rock everyone kisses?" Smush asked as a chubby hen named Squawkins tried to peck his hand.
"That's the one," Mogey answered. "If they had such a stone here in North Sotherby what do you think visitors would do to it?"
"They sure wouldn't kiss it," Smush replied knowlegably. "The smell from the skunk cabbage plantation doesn't put anyone in the mood for kissing. I'd guess people would probably give the rock a high five."
"Yes, or perhaps a hug if the rock was looking particularly nice that day," Mogey added.
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