One hot afternoon, Smush headed down to the well for a pail of water. As he neared the bottom of the hill, he saw that Mogey was perched on the well housing with his feet dangling over, hanging a fishing line down into the water.
"Say, Mogey," Smush said as he drew up next to his pal, "what are you fishing for?"
"I'm not fishin," Mogey replied with a sigh. "I went and dropped a croissant down the well again."
"Sheesh," Smush groaned, shaking his head. "When are you going to learn not to lean your croissants over the well like that?"
"Probably never," said Mogey as he reeled up the dripping wet pastry. "I'm just a daredevil like that, I guess."
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