"Smush, could you come to my desk, please?" said Mrs. Pewterpuff. "And yes, Mogey - before you ask - you might as well come with him."
The pals trudged to the front of the classroom and stood before the 97 pounds (99 with her spectacles on) of pure intimidation that was Gertrude Savage Pewterpuff.
"Now then," the teacher intoned, "in the essay you turned in yesterday you described a night sky like so: 'the moon shone like a shiny moon.'"
"Good one, Smush," Mogey congratulated his pal. "I remember that night!"
"Incorrect," said Mrs. Pewterpuff, proffering a withering glance. "That is not a good one. It is in fact a very bad one. Try comparing the moon to something other than the moon, please."
"Alright," Smush agreed, nodding his head enthusiastically. "What about this: The moon shone like a glistening ham."
"Oh, I've got one," Mogey chimed in. "The moon shone like a well-lit bowl of rice pudding."
"Better," Mrs. Pewterpuff muttered, "but let's try one that isn't food-related."
Mogey and Smush stared at their teacher, looking more perplexed than a pair of soft drink enthusiasts who've just tasted baking soda for the first time. After a minute's contemplation, however, an idea occurred to Smush.
"I know!" he exclaimed. "The moon shone like a disturbingly empty dinner plate."
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