"TIMBERRRRRRRRR!" Smush called as his axe bit a final chunk of wood out of the mighty hemlock. The tree fell, slowly at first, but speeding up until it crashed to the ground amid a cacophony of snapping branches.
"Why'd you say that?" an extremely muddy Mogey asked, sauntering up to Smush with swim fins on his feet and a cup of soda pop in his hand.
"What are you--? Where did you--?" Smush stammered, before giving up on trying to figure his pal out. "Never mind. I yelled 'Timber' so that anyone around would know I was felling a tree."
"Well that's a remarkably self-centered idea, isn't it?" Mogey said. "Yelling so that everyone will stop and pay attention to whatever you're doing? I like it. I like it a lot. Anyhow, I'm getting a bit peckish. WAFFFFFLLLESSSS!"
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