"Wait a moment, Smush," Mogey said, pausing in the middle of the dusty track to pick up a stone.
"What've you got there, Mogey?" Smush inquired.
"Rock," Mogey replied, giving it a few experimental tosses between his hands.
"Annnnnd watcha gonna do with it?"
"This!" Mogey said as he heaved the stone as hard as he could. Though there were no buildings, vehicles, or people in sight - nothing, in fact, but dust and tall grass - the unmistakable sound of a broken window issued forth when the rock finally landed.
"Was that what I think it was?" Smush asked.
"Hey you miscreants!" shouted a farmer who was cresting the hill at such a pace that the buckles of his overalls burned red with the friction of all his jostling. "You're going to pay for that glass grass you've damaged! And my glass grass runs a pretty penny, so get your wallets ready. GLASS GRASSSSSS!"
"So," said Smush breathlessly as the pals took off running, "not exactly what I thought it was...."
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