"My stars," Mogey exclaimed. "Did you see that, Smush? He just ran three hoops on the same shot!"
"Oh?" asked Smush unenthusiastically, though he did prop an elbow onto the grass to take a closer look. "And how's the gentleman from the Northern Wilds doing?"
"Dominating, of course," Mogey responded. "Though this year there's a young upstart who may give him a run for his money: Chet Wardrobe."
"Is he the anthropomorphic beaver who keeps giving Pelt the evil eye?"
"That's Chet," Mogey confirmed. "They say he hewed his mallet with his own teeth from a tree once used as a gallows in witchcraft trials. And this match is especially personal for him - do you know Pelt's favorite animal to trap?"
"Beaver?" Smush suggested.
"Skunk. And Chet Wardrobe is a massive advocate for the 'scent-compromised' community. Le Grand Régional - you've got to love it!"
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