"How do I look?" Smush inquired.
"Like a fellow who's about to meet the Elven Ambassador," Mogey said. He brushed a bit of lint (and a rogue tootsie roll wrapper) from the shoulders of his pal's jacket and honked his nose. "Honk."
"Honk," Smush agreed, honking Mogey's nose in return.
The pals exited through the front door and joined the throngs of townspeople walking toward the village square.
"Honk, Bombus," Mogey greeted their neighbor, Shawn Bombus, with a polite honk of the man's snout.
"Honk, Mogey, honk, Smush," Bombus replied, returning the favor. "Say, congratulations on being selected to represent the village, Smush."
"Thank you," Smush replied with a dignified honk of neighbor Bombus's beak.
When they reached the village square, Mogey and Smush had to push through a crowd to reach the little stage that had been erected. An ornate horse-drawn carriage, gleaming whiter than a bowl of yogurt, stood nearby. With a nudge of encouragement from Mogey, Smush mounted the dais.
A hush fell over the crowd as the carriage door opened. Out stepped the most striking individual Smush has ever beheld. The elf stood seven feet tall, her silvery hair falling past her knees, which were ensconced in ornately bedazzled jeans. She seemed to glow like a very well-illuminated bowl of yogurt.
With impossible grace, the elven ambassador stepped up to join Smush on the stage. After a moment's hesitation, Smush greeted her in the customary fashion.
"Did you just honk my nose?" the elf thundered.
"Of course," Smush answered. "Honk."
The crowd looked on expectantly as the ambassador contemplated this most peculiar turn of events. "I think I'm going to like it here," she said at last.
"Good," Smush replied. "Now do you by any chance have some yogurt in that carriage? I've got a real craving for some reason."
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