One blustery grey day, Mogey and Smush were hauling a wagon-load of firecrackers down to the flea market. Or, more accurately, their pack mule, Stephen was hauling the wagon as Mogey and Smush walked nearby, guiding him down the old dirt path.
"Say, Mogey," Stephen said after a while. "Would you mind loosening this bridle just a smidge? It's chafing my neck something fierce."
"Hey, I didn't know you could talk!" Mogey exclaimed.
"Yep," said Stephen.
"What else don't we know about you?" Smush asked.
"Well," Stephen replied, "my birthday is September the 5th, I'm a Welsh pony, not a pack mule, and - I know this is going to sound strange - I absolutely detest oats."
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