One day Smush went to see the village moneylender in hopes of getting a loan that would enable him to buy the monkeyskin coat of his dreams. Mogey, who had nothing better to do that day or any other day, accompanied his pal for moral support.
"How can you expect me to loan you anything?" asked Bowber Winkle, the moneylender, after Smush had made his case. "You have no job, no plans to find work, and no assets to speak of."
"I wouldn't go that far," Mogey interjected. "Smush's impression of our chicken, Sergeant Cluckles, is actually quite an asset. Show him Smush."
"Buck, buck, buck, buh-caw!" Smush clucked.
"I've seen enough," Bowber Winkle replied. "Loan granted."
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