One afternoon, Mogey and Smush had volunteered to take care of Mogey's baby nephew, Lil Chester.
"Whatever you do, don't forget to feed him," Mogey's sister had insisted before leaving her son in Mogey and Smush's less-than-capable hands.
Taking their assignment very seriously, Mogey and Smush set about nourishing Lil Chester as their first order of business. This turned out to be a much more difficult task than expected. They offered him macaroni and cheese, a roast beef sandwich, a caramel latte, some limburger cheese, even a bowl of three-alarm chili, but Lil Chester refused them all.
"Crazy baby!" Smush exclaimed in exasperation. "Why won't you eat something?"
Lil Chester just lay there on his blankie, looking mutely up at his hapless caretakers.
"I've never seen a baby who wasn't hungry!" Mogey grumbled. "My sister's going to be awful cantankerous if she finds out we couldn't get Lil Chester to eat...."
Searching for inspiration, Mogey poured himself a glass of milk in one of the strange, rubber-topped bottles his sister had left, and took a long swig. After catching sight of him drinking, the normally reserved Lil Chester lunged from the confines of his cradle, snatched the bottle from Mogey's hands, and proceeded to down it in seconds.
"That's the darnedest thing I ever saw," Smush said. "That baby's an absolute fiend for milk."
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