"Check it out," Smush announced as he strutted into the milkhouse.
Mogey glanced up from his milking. "What?" he asked.
"Notice anything different about me?"
"New boots?" Mogey suggested.
"You think these ancient wellies that are literally caked in manure are... new boots?" Smush inquired. Mogey nodded eagerly. "Incorrect," Smush said with a sigh. "It's my hair - it finally grew long enough for me to put it in a man-bun!"
"Congratulations," Mogey said, sniffing the air. "Raisin?"
"How many times must I tell you that man-buns have nothing to do with food?"
"Be that as it may," Mogey replied, smelling more vigorously, "I detect the distinct fragrance of raisin buns. Don't tell me you went to the bunnerie without me?"
"No!" Smush answered, hurriedly wiping his mouth as he searched for a change of subject. "Say, is that a rat you're milking?"
"You bet," Mogey said brightly. "I've acquired a whole mischief of Old World Browns. You will not believe how good rat's milk yogurt tastes!"
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