One day, Mogey was carrying four teapots from the kitchen into the drawing room for afternoon tea. In his left hand was balanced a pot each of chamomile and English breakfast, and in his right he held a pot of earl grey. The final teapot was perched atop his head, full to the brim with Mauna La'i.
Smush had warned Mogey many times to take two trips, but Mogey was a busy man. He had biscuits to eat and many different beverages to sip, and so he couldn't be bothered with walking back and forth to the drawing room all day long. Just as he was thinking how skilled he was at balancing teapots, Mogey tripped over a rogue hamster and went sprawling, shattering all four teapots against the floor.
"Mogey!" Smush shouted from the drawing room doorway. "How many times have I told you? Get out of the house and think about what you've done, and don't come back til you've heard a rooster crow three times!"
Mogey shuffled outside, his head hanging, as Smush began picking up pieces of shattered pottery.
"Cock a doodle do!" cried their new rooster, Clucks Montgomery, even though it was mid-afternoon. He'd beeb having a spot of trouble getting his times right. "Cock a doodle do! Cock a doodle do!"
"That was a nice long think," Mogey said, patting Smush on the shoulder as he walked back inside. "I'm going to go take a nap."
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