One afternoon Mogey and Smush were meandering down the banks of the Gray Veenbiscots River when they encountered an individual typical of those parts. He was a short fellow, standing only as high as Mogey and Smush's elbows, and he wore a ragged navy blue bunny suit.
"Ahoy!" called Mogey as the bunny suited man skipped by. "What is your moniker, sir?"
"Me?" bunny suit responded jovially. "Why I'm called Timp Mimp!"
"And what brings you to wear this outrageous costume?" Smush asked.
"Why I'm a nose bugler!" Timp Minp replied. "Watch this!" Timp Mimp used one of his bunny suit paws to clamp his nose shut and at the same time began to emit a noise most unpleasant. "Trululu lululeelu," he hummed.
"Great crispy ducks!" Smush cried in anguish.
"I know," Mogey said, his eyes widening in wonder. "Isn't that the loveliest music you've ever heard?"
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