One morning, Smush sat on his front porch chewing sunflower seeds and working on a needlepoint depicting Buster Prawnbreath, the main character in his favorite serialized detective story. Just as Smush put the finishing touches on Buster's moustache, Mogey rumbled up sitting atop a wagon.
"What ho, Smush!" Mogey announced.
"My question precisely," said Smush. "What've you got there?"
"Why, the food for our feast! The Blunderbuss twins are right behind me with two more wagons."
"Our what?"
"Our feast!" Mogey exclaimed.
"What in the name of Buster Prawnbreath is a 'feast?'"
"Are you putting me on?" Mogey asked. "You know - a feast! A big meal with lots of food, and drink, and food, and hearty victuals. We planned this all out last week!"
"Ah," Smush replied, "that explains it. I'm not much of a food guy. I probably thought you were talking about a 'beast' or summat."
"First off, we very much do have a beast," Mogey stated as Big John Blunderbuss pulled up in a wagon carrying a beef roast so enormous that its axles looked as if they might give out. "And second off, what do you mean you're 'not much of a food guy?' I once saw you wash down three dozen oysters with four dozen more oysters!"
"That was the old me, Moge-man," Smush replied, although Mogey couldn't help but notice that his pal was edging nearer to the roast beast wagon and dabbing the corners of his mouth with the Buster Prawnbreath needlepoint.
"So, uh, do you guys want me to take this back to the abattoir or...?" Big John Blunderbuss inquired.
"Let's not be too hasty," Smush said, hastily. "I did just finish the moustache segment of my Buster Prawnbreath needlepoint - and as you're no doubt aware, the moustache is the most technical segment of any needlepoint. It's as good an occasion to celebrate as any. Perhaps one of these - what did you call them, Mogey? - 'feasts' is in order after all."
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