One evening, Mogey and Smush were headed home after playing an invigorating whist tournament against the likes of Rupert Grandiose, tortoise historian and a troll named Beastly. As they passed a local establishment known as The Horse and Corncob, Mogey paused.
"You know," he said, "this establishment would be the perfect establishment for some mountebankery."
"Some what?" Smush inquired.
"You know, a swindle. A charlatan's quackery."
"I feel sure that you don't know what any of those expressions mean," Smush asked. "You think they're some kind of food, don't you?"
"No...."
"Yes you do, you think they refer to a savory pastry involving apples, bacon, and possibly a duck."
"Well, don't they?" Mogey replied pleadingly as his tummy growled with the power of a trash compactor crushing two dozen short tons of stale graham crackers to a delicious powder.
Friday, July 25, 2014
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