Mogey and Smush each had a room in the old house into which the other daren't enter. Mogey's such room was his bedchamber, which contained the hammock where he slept every night, along with his extensive collection of beanie babies. Smush's private room, on the other hand, was his study. Long had Mogey been curious about the contents of his best pal's study, and so he gleaned tidbits about the room whenever he could.
One day, Mogey couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He'd heard rumors from the house's mice (who weren't a talkative bunch, but could occasionally be bribed with a wheel of aged gouda) about some sort of large animal head mounted in Smush's study, and Mogey just had to know what it was.
"Smush," Mogey began cautiously, "if you don't mind me asking, how have you decorated your little study?"
"Oh, a bit of this and a bit of that," Smush replied, not looking up from the arts and leisure section of the morning paper. "Just things I've collected in my travels."
"You wouldn't, by any chance, have any sort of big game mounted on your wall, would you?" Mogey asked.
"You mean like the head of the Munching Snail of Cairo? The most fearsome mollusk ever to ooze slimily across the face of the earth?" Smush queried. Mogey nodded vigorously. "No, nothing like that," Smush continued, returning to his paper. "And you need to stop listening to those mice so much."
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