"Hand me a carabiner, will you, Mogey?" Smush grunted, reaching down to his pal.
"A wot now?" demanded a goose with dreadlocks who was nestled into the sheer cliff face.
"Ah!" said a startled Smush, almost losing his handhold. "A, um, a carabiner?"
"I'm a Caribbeaner!" said the goose indignantly.
"Oh ho ho this is just a misunderstanding," Smush replied, edging his way along the cliff to get a bit more distance from the goose's imposing bill. "A carabiner is just... it's a sort of, well... Mogey, where is that carabiner?"
"Coming right up, cap'n!" Mogey said from down below.
Mogey clambered up the rock face toward the place where Smush clung, and then:
"Put me down, mon!" the goose squawked as Mogey tried to seize him about the middle.
And that is the story of how the Great Caribbean Cliff Goose Debacle - the third diplomatic incident involving Mogey and Smush - began. Two formal apologies, three emissaries, and a state gift of fancy cantaloupes later, war was averted, but international relations (and one of Mogey's ears) would never be the same.
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