One cloudy day, Mogey and Smush were ambling through the village en route to a tupperware party when they noticed a large section of the sidewalk was cordoned off. Behind a set of orange cones was a newly laid patch of cement.
"C'mon, Mogey!" Smush said quietly, veering toward the wet cement. "I've always wanted to do this!"
The two pals glanced furtively about the street, though they had little to fear since it was 10:30 on a Tuesday morning and most of the townspeople were at work. Once they had determined no one was watching, they knelt before the wet patch of sidewalk and Smush pressed his left hand into the soft material.
"Excellent!" Smush murmured, pulling his hand out and seeing the imprint it left behind. He brushed off his hands to remove some of the bits of cement that had stuck. Seeing this, Mogey scooped up a handful of wet cement and began to scrub his face vigorously with it.
"What are you doing, Mogey?" Smush demanded, grabbing his pal's arm.
"What?" Mogey said, spitting out a mouthful of cement and opening his eyes just a crack. "I thought we were washing up."
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