Every so often, Rooster P. Shuttlecock, the chicken who'd taught Mogey and Smush everything they know, would stop in for a little visit. One such occasion occurred on a snowy Tuesday in late February, when Rooster P. Shuttlecock came bobbing up the path. Mogey and Smush burst through the door and came to meet him in the front garden.
"Rooster!" Mogey shouted gleefully. "You're finally back!"
"Buh-caw!" said Rooster P. Shuttlecock.
"You must be freezing," Smush added, brushing the snow from their mentor's feathers. "Why don't you come inside for a nice hot bowl of chicken noodle s--" he began, but stopped when Mogey caught his eye and glared at him. "Or we could fix you a plate of chicken pot p--" Smush tried to say, but halted once again as Mogey shook his vigorously."
"Buck-buck-buck," Rooster P. Shuttlecock replied.
"I know just the thing," Mogey assured him. "It's scarcely past breakfast time and I make the best Eggs Benedict you've ever tasted!"
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