"Care to join me for some morning calisthenics tomorrow?" asked Beefy Boeuf Herman, the world's buffest rat and the pal's houseguest for the month.
"Calisthenics?" demanded Smush.
"Morning??" demanded Mogey even more vociferously.
"Certainly," Beefy Boeuf replied. "Come now, chaps - it'll be a laugh!"
Somehow - and it may have had something to do with Beefy Boeuf's ability to wiggle his ears and flex his triceps simultaneously - the pals agreed to join their guest for exercise at dawn.
"Good day, chaps!" Beefy Boeuf Herman greeted his red-eyed, tousle-haired, growl-stomached hosts the following morning.
"Garumph," Mogey and Smush growled in unison.
"Impressive," said Beefy Boeuf. "But what seems to be the problem?"
"We haven't put on our gym socks in ages," Smush admitted.
"And they're a skosh tight," Mogey added.
"Not to worry," Beefy Boeuf rejoined. "I'll pitch in!"
But the task was not easy. In the time since Mogey and Smush had last donned gym socks, their ankles had increased three-to-four hundred percent in girth, and the fibers of the socks had become as inelastic as their owners. With Beefy Boeuf's help, they heaved and they hoed, they pulled and they pulled, until finally, foreheads glistening, they got to their freshly-socked feet.
"Whew!" Mogey exclaimed immediately after donning his socks. He clapped Beefy Boeuf on the back. "Good workout!"
"What are you--," Beefy Boeuf began, but he was interrupted by Smush, who was in the process of peeling his gym socks back off.
"Agreed," Smush commented. "Now what kind of post-exercise recovery meal are we having? I've heard chocolate milk is quite helpful... would a double fudge frappe not be even more helpful?"
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