Miner Inconvenience was the best place to get supper and a stiff drink in the hill town of Scrabblington (not to be confused with the scrabble town of Hillington). Just because an establishment is the best, however, doesn't mean it's any good. Such was the case with Miner Inconvenience. The food was so-so, the service was cantankerous, and the atmosphere could best be described as dusty. Furthermore, the restaurant was located high up in a tree, hence its name. But the only other option in town was called Billy Acres' Bellyachers and had but one item on its menu: "Billy Acres' World-Famous Lard Pie."
Mogey entered Miner Inconvenience one sweaty evening and joined Smush at the bar. The pals stood out from the crowd in that they were just as disheveled as the rest of the patrons, but their brand of filth was more along the lines of barbecue sauce stains than hard-won rock dust.
"Welp Smush," Mogey declared, "I really hit the mother lode today." A hush fell over Miner Inconvenience.
"Gold? Smush exclaimed. "Platinum?"
"Emeralds."
"Congratulations! Did you get 'em all?"
"Every last speck," said Mogey.
"Where were they?" Smush asked.
"You know how at the bottom of cherry italian ice, you'll sometimes find those ruby red morsels of crystalized syrup? I found something similar, but at the bottom of a lime italian ice!"
The faces on the patrons of Miner Inconvenience ranged from disappointment to downright fury. A number of hands drifted towards hatchets and machetes hanging from belt loops. But the pals remained oblivious to the other miners' enmity.
"You lucky dog!" Smush cried. "Your hard work eating so many gem-less italian ices really paid off this time."
"Yep," said Mogey, rubbing his belly with a satisfied smile, "twas a good day in the mines."
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