One evening Mogey and Smush were sitting before a roaring fire, drinking mulled cider and reading literary masterpieces.
"Where should we go on holiday this summer?" Smush asked, setting down an enthralling Choose Your Own Adventure novel.
"The Isle of Woost," Mogey answered. "You know, they say nature's bounty is so plentiful there that if you give one of their plump native geese a piece of corn, it'll lay a soft-boiled egg right into your hand."
"That sounds disgusting, Mogey," Smush replied.
"Not when you need ammunition for egg fights, it isn't," said Mogey.
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