One morning, Mogey returned home from working the late shift at the savory cracker factory to find a statue in the front garden. The statue was a full-size sloth carved out of brilliant white stone, and the sculptor had taken extra care to make it exceptionally lifelike.
"Nice statue," Mogey told Smush as he went inside and wearily set down his lunch, extra lunch, and luncho fantastico (Spanish for "3rd lunch") pails.
"What statue is that?" Smush asked, looking up from his copy of Prune & Dried Fruit Aficionado.
"The big sloth statue out front," Mogey replied.
"No! No! No!" Smush cried, tossing aside his magazine and dashing out the front door. "That crafty rascal."
Mogey followed his pal outside to discover that the sloth statue was gone. "I don't understand," he said. "What happened?"
"It wasn't a statue at all," Smush replied. "It was an actual sloth covered in flour. You see, Mogey, that critter has taken to rolling around our flour bin. He likes how it feels on his fur, but then our bread smells like sloth for the next week. When you saw him in the front garden, he was actually fleeing the scene of the crime very, very slowly."
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This was fantastic. I'm sitting in a presentation at a tradeshow and just chortled out loud.
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