Late one evening, Mogey and Smush were sneaking around the woodlands behind Lord Culpepper's estate in search of wild choco-choco-chip muffins. These curiosities of nature seemed to grow only on Lord Culpepper's land during the full moon, but they were so moist and chocolately that Mogey and Smush couldn't resist. They had gathered almost a full basket of the delicious muffins when a voice in the darkness caused them to stop dead.
"Doing some poaching tonight, gents?" The voice belonged to the game warden, Boysenberry O'keefe, a half man - half cave man whose disposition was as ornery as his face. "Because you know everything that lives on the Lord's land belongs to Lord Culpepper."
"No sir, Mister Boysenberry, sir," Mogey mumbled. "We wasn't doing any poaching. We were just gathering some of these wild choco-choco-chip muffins."
"Wild muffins?" Boysenberry O'keefe demanded. "Let me see what you've got there." He snatched the basket from Smush's hands and looked inside. "Where do you find these?" he asked.
"They grow all over," Smush replied. "Usually on the ground but sometimes there's an odd one up in a tree or bush."
At this, Boysenberry O'keefe burst out laughing and was unable to stop for several minutes afterward, eventually collapsing onto one knee in hilarity. Finally he regained control of himself and stood up, wiping his eyes.
"Well, chaps, I'm sorry to say that I must let you go on your merry way," Boysenberry said. "Although I should tell you, those aren't 'wild' muffins. Lord Culpepper is a man of habit, and every month at the full moon he breakfasts on choco-choco-chip muffins. But as with most aristocrats, his eyes are bigger than his stomach, so the multitude of muffins he doesn't eat are dumped back here with the rest of the kitchen rubbish. You've been collecting garbage muffins."
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