While strolling through the park one day in the merry, merry month of April, Smush was accosted by an extremely impassioned Mogey.
"Smush! SMUUUUSH!" Mogey howled from the other side of the gazebo.
Smush doffed his top hat and peered at his pal with a not insignificant amount of mortification: this was no way to be seen in public, let alone along the refined paths of Snoot Park. "What is it, Mogey?" he inquired as his chum breathlessly approached, holding a large box before him.
"Thank goodness I've found you!" Mogey panted. "I have the most incredible business plan. There's not a moment to lose!" He whipped a cloth from the top of the box to reveal a still life scene in three dimensions.
"Are you pitching me your business plan in diorama form?" Smush asked.
"Don't be daft, Smush. This is just a dry run. You and I are going to use this diorama to pitch Baron Houlawhoop together. Now, I call it..." Mogey paused for dramatic effect, "Mogey's Frog Farm."
Smush blinked several times, but said nothing.
"What's everyone farming these days?" Mogey continued. "Cattle? Sheep? Potatoes? Been there; done that!"
"No you haven't--"
"But what's no one farming?"
"I'm guessing... frogs?" Smush ventured.
"FROGS!" Mogey exclaimed. He waved vaguely at the diorama, which Smush now realized depicted a figure wearing hip waders (very likely representing Mogey himself) standing in a pond, surrounded by half a dozen tiny frogs. It wasn't very good. "Introducing: Mogey's Frog Farm."
"But what do they... y'know... do?"
"What's it matter what they do?" Mogey snapped. "Didn't you hear me tell you this is the only farm in the world with no competitors?"
"I'll be seeing you, Mogey," Smush replied, un-doffing his hat.
"Wait!" Mogey cried. "I didn't even tell you about the best part: the name of our website!"
"Go on then," Smush said, pausing despite himself.
"Our website. Is... (drumroll please)... MogeysFrogFarm dot com!"
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