“Sure are a lot of mice out in the barn this year,” Mogey
said, coming in from the cold and stamping the snow off his boots. “I was
thinking… maybe we should get a cat.”
“No, no way,” Smush replied. “I’ll never get a cat. I’m
already the second-smartest person in this house – I don’t want to be third.”
“Aw shucks, that’s nice of you, Smush, but I don’t think I’m
any smarter than you.”
“I was actually referring to Pietro as the number one
smartest, not you.”
“Pietro… the pig?” Mogey queried.
“Pietro the Pig,” Smush confirmed, nodding solemnly.