One foggy morning, Mogey and Smush went on a whalewhipping tour. This was much like a whalewatching tour, with the slight difference that instead of gazing peacefully at the leviathans of the deep, customers got to hit them with a riding crop.
"Tharr she blows!" shouted an old salt named Young Pepper. "Avast, tis a mighty bowhead whale to starboard"
"Here it comes!" Mogey squealed excitedly as he and Smush held their riding crops at the ready.
"Say, Young Pepper," Smush called. "What's the deal with the hole in the top of that whale's head?"
"Yarr, that be the blowhole," Young Pepper replied.
"What a grand idea," Mogey said. "I wish I had a blow hole."
"I can help you with that, laddie," Young Pepper said, holding up a rusty hand auger. "Just step into my office."
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