One afternoon, Mogey and Smush were pushing wheelbarrows full of croutons through town, looking for any and all villagers who looked like their salads needed an extra kick. Unfortunately, their village was a meat n' potatoes sort of town, in the sense that none of the residents had ever actually heard of salad, so Mogey and Smush always ended up eating most of the croutons themselves.
"Avast!" Mogey and Smush heard a voice say as they trundled across a footbridge. "Ahoy!" the same voice croaked. It was coming from somewhere very near the ground.
Mogey and Smush peered over the bridge to see a Bolivian Horned Salmon poking its head out of the water as it lazily waved its tail to keep pace the the current.
"Be those croutons, me hearties?" the salmon asked.
"Yes," Smush replied. "The most savory croutons this side of Flavourburg."
"Yarr, I be quite partial to a good crouton," the salmon said. "How much do ye charge?"
"I'm sorry," Mogey answered, sniffing disdainfully, "but we don't sell to your kind." Without another word he hefted his wheelbarrow and stormed off.
"You'll have to forgive him," Smush whispered, tossing the salmon a crouton. "A walleye stole his pocketwatch once and he's been distrustful of fish ever since."
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