One afternoon, Mogey flopped down onto the sofa, only to find himself lying on the softest, most comfortable thing he'd ever felt. After falling asleep six times, Mogey finally managed to extract the object from underneath his back.
"I see you like my new pillow," Smush said, striding into the room as Mogey examined the delightful cushion.
"Smush, this is literally the softest thing I've ever felt!" Mogey exclaimed.
"Well it ought to be," Smush replied with a grin. "It's made from the fur of five hundred baby chinchillas."
"No! Smush, you didn't?" Mogey whimpered.
"Don't worry, laddie," Smush said. "I didn't hurt the chinchillas. I shaved them."
"That must've taken ages," Mogey conjectured.
"Sure did," Smush replied. "But the shaving was nothing compared to getting the little buggers to leave. You should try shooing five hundred bald chinchillas out of your cellar sometime. It is not fun."
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