One morning, Smush awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and oxen chomping. He rolled his legs off the bed, coughed once or twice, and ran his fingers through his hair. But wait...what hair? Where Smush's thick, lustrous locks should be, his skin was smooth as bodybuilding baby.
"Mogey!" Smush cried in anguish. "Come quickly! I'm ruined!"
Mogey strolled calmly into Smush's room, holding a cup of tea. He seemed unsurprised at the lack of mane on his pal's head.
"How could this have happened?" Smush wondered desperately.
"I came in and shaved your head while you were asleep," Mogey replied taking a sip of tea. "I so wanted to settle our debate over what you would look like bald."
"And?" Smush asked, for lack of a better response.
"You were right," Mogey answered. "You look much more like a turtle than an elbow with eyes."
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