One day Mogey decided he'd had enough of his current hairstyle and set about finding a new one. He tried all manners of wearing his hair over the next few months, from long cornrows to bald and shiny, but he just couldn't seem to find the one that suited him.
Finally, Smush blustered through the door one blustery afternoon, patently out of breath and holding a crumpled advertisement.
"I've got it Mogey!" Smush cried, handing Mogey the paper in his hand. "I've found your new hair!"
"A mool-it?" Mogey asked.
"It's pronounced mullet," Smush replied. "And it's perfect for you. You know I'm not the best reader, but I picked up the words 'business' and 'party' in that ad, so I know it'll be right up your alley."
"I not sure," Mogey said. "It's pretty fancy. If I get that hairdo AND keep my rat tail, people are going to think I've gotten delusions of grandeur or something."
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