One morning Mogey and Smush were working down on the docks, hauling sacks of lobsterfeed from big wooden palates into the lobster boats. The lobsterfeed was stinky stuff, and as such attracted a large number of seabirds.
"Squawk!" said one seabird, strutting in front of Mogey and Smush and cocking his head at them.
"That's it! It's go time!" Mogey yelled, dropping the sack of lobsterfeed and rushing toward the offending poultry with intentions of throttling it.
"Now, now, Mogey," Smush said soothingly as he restrained his pal. "It's just a puffin."
"I know!" Mogey shouted. "And he's puffin' his chest out at ME. He's a dead man I tell yeh, a dead man!"
Suddenly the puffin let out another squawk and flew over their heads, landing in the midst of dozens of his buddies, who'd torn open Mogey's abandoned sack and were now beak deep in lobsterfeed.
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