"I've done it!" Mogey cried, bursting through the front door and grabbing Smush in a bear hug. "I've finally gotten a job!"
"That's fantastic," Smush replied, casually trying to extricate himself from Mogey's grasp. "What, er, what will you be doing?"
"You know Mr. Whalings, the potter who lives up the way?" Mogey asked. "I'm going to be his assistant. Mainly I just have to turn his pottery wheel and tend to the kiln and such."
"Ah," said Smush. "Well it sounds like a job you'll be quite well suited for."
"And that's not even the best part!" Mogey explained. "He's paying me fourpence an hour, plus all the clay I can eat!"
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