As young lads, Mogey and Smush often yearned to do something illegal. Some of their pals were known to steal zebras from the zoo and race them down busy thoroughfares; others would snag a nip of moonshine from Old Man Crankus when he was napping on his front porch. The bravest and foolhardiest of all would play pranks on Missus Lamb, the owner of the penny candy store, who was known to pull a 12-gauge shotgun out of her hoopskirts at the slightest provocation.
Mogey and Smush didn't like the sounds of all that, but it became a source of great shame that they had yet to break a single law, rule, or ordinance. So when they happened upon what appearred to be an illegal animal fighting ring down by the creek, they mustered their courage and stepped inside.
The operation was housed inside a musty, semi-permanent tent, inside of which dozens of bearded, burly men stood about, shouting, exchanging money, and generally roughhousing. Mogey and Smush, being small of stature (if not of girth) were able to squeeze their way, mostly undetected, to the edge of the ring.
"What in the world are those things?" Mogey asked as they peered into the battle arena.
"I haven't the foggiest idea," Smush replied.
Inside a wooden circle stood two creatures that looked like throw-pillows with stubby arms, stubby legs, and great googily eyes atop their pillow bodies. They were exceptionally adorable. As Mogey and Smush watched, the pillow-creatures waddled slowly toward one another and bumped chests several times until one of them toppled gently to the ground. Half the crowd cheered deliriously, while the other half audibly murmered "Awwwww."
"Sir?" Smush asked, tugging on the sleeve of a nearby man. "What are we watching?"
"Pillah fight," the man grunted, wiping tears of joy from his eyes. "Ain't they adorable?"
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