After a long afternoon of hunting wooly mammoths, giant bison, and winged woodchucks, Smush returned home to his tipi, excited to check in on his brand new, tricked out aquarium. The aquarium was a glistening, 50 gallon job that Smush had spent months stocking with exotic fish and crustaceans from around the globe.
No sooner had Smush opened his tipi flap than he saw Mogey inside with his feet propped up on the table, dangling a fishing pole into the aquarium.
"What are you doing in my tipi, Mogey?" Smush demanded angrily.
"Fishin'," Mogey replied lazily. "Check it out, I've already caught three of the little orange ones, six of the silvery funny looking ones, and even this miniature crab. A couple more and we should have enough for a fish kabob. Ho ho ho."
"Why in the world would you go fishing in an aquarium when there's a perfectly good river outside teaming with rainbow trout?" Smush asked.
"Because these ones are so little and delicious-looking," Mogey said. "I don't think you quite understand, Smush. I'm making a fish kabob. You know, like 'shish kabob.'"
"How could you do such a thing?" Smush asked. "I put my heart and soul into that aquarium."
"Sheesh, don't be so selfish, Smush," Mogey muttered, turning back to his fishing pole. "I just caught you dinner for goodness sakes."
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