Mogey and Smush climbed the dusty stairs of St. Banana's Monastery on a cool day in late spring. The monastery sat beside the village square, and every week Mogey and Smush mounted the long spiral staircase in order to pay tribute to the Blurtle.
"Blurrrrtle," Smush called when they reached the belfry. "Are you there, Blurtle?"
With astonishing quickness, a rotund little man scurried out of the shadows to stand before them.
"Here you are," Smush said, presenting the Blurtle with a box of chocolate cake, "my tribute for the week. Give him your tribute now, Mogey."
"Behhh," Mogey replied, wiping crumbs from his mouth, "I'm through with this tribute business! I don't care what you blurt about me, Blurtle. Do your worst!"
Mogey and Smush weren't even out of the St. Banana's courtyard before they heard the Blurtle's voice booming out of the bell tower, so loud the entire village could hear.
"Hear ye, hear ye!" the Blurtle cried. "Mogey steals candy from the bulk candy aisle! And he has the biggest bottom in the entire county!"
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