Once per month, Mogey and Smush would enjoy what they called a Tin Can Supper: a smorgasbord of delicacies from many cultures and climates, with the unifying factor that everything they ate came from a can, jar, or bottle. Also, beans would always be present.
For some, the very premise of such a meal would've been a low point in the month, but Mogey and Smush awaited Tin Can Supper with great enthusiasm. After all, the tradition featured three of their favorite dining elements: name brands, discount prices, and beans.
"Have you ever thought about what other kinds of food could be tinned?" Mogey queried as he laid a sardine carefully on a piece of brown bread.
"That's what I think about in the shower every morning," Smush replied, scarfing down a spoonful of sweetened condensed milk topped with fruit cocktail.
"And?" asked Mogey. "What conclusions have you come to?" As he spoke, he dunked a pair of baked beans into some refried beans.
"Croissants," Smush said, pronouncing it qua-sahnts.
"Croissants?"
"Cold canned croissants," Smush confirmed. "Every morning I dream of them, and every morning I am disappointed to remember that they do not exist."
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