One afternoon, Mogey and Smush were working on their tree house when a red-billed dorkbird alighted on a nearby branch. The dorkbird was a good foot taller than Mogey and Smush, and like all dorkbirds, he was on a never-ending search for raisins.
"Get outta here, dorkbird!" Mogey shouted, attempting to shoo it away with a broom.
"Dork, dork, dork?" said the dorkbird, by which it meant "you guys got any raisins?"
"Get lost, I say!" Mogey yelled again.
"Dork, dork, dork?" said the dorkbird.
"Ain't no raisins here," Smush stated quietly as he cocked his Winchester 12-gauge pump-action shotgun. "You'd best be moving along."
At that the red-billed dorkbird took off and flapped away faster than a Swede who just chugged a quart of hot sauce.
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