One day Mogey and Smush were walking down a street paved with golden taffy when they encountered a minotaur.
"Say," said Mogey, "is that a minotaur?"
"Seems to be," Smush mused. "Although I've never seen a minotaur quite so skinny."
Indeed, this minotaur had the monstrous head of a full-grown Brahma bull, complete with sharp horns, blood-red eyes, and standard-issue nose ring. Its body, on the other hand, was less along the lines of a Greek god and more along the lines of a little chap. He was as skinny as a marathoner after a long nap, and the enormous size of his head made the minotaur more than a little top-heavy.
"Ye must pay the toll to pass this way!" the minotaur hollered, wobbling unsteadily as Mogey and Smush approached.
"What's the toll?" Smush asked.
"Some oats, please!" the minotaur replied cheerfully.
Mogey, who carried a bag of oats on his person at all times, tossed the minotaur his toll. The top-heavy creature leaned over a bit to snatch the oats out of the air, becoming unbalanced as he did so, and went toppling head-first to the ground.
"A bit of help, please!" the minotaur begged as Mogey and Smush strode past. "One of me horns is stuck in this golden taffy!"
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