"Motorboat Mig!" cried Pirate Bun, "I challenge you to a duel! We'll see if you have the right to boat on the Mississippi!"
"All right," meowed Mig, "I accept. For the challenge, I choose ... purring!"
"A purring duel, eh?" Pirate Bun shook herself, hunkered down, and started things off with a low, steady rumble.
"Well now," Mig said, preening, "you know they don't call me Motorboat for nothing." So saying the little cat cut loose with the deepest, loudest, rumbliest purr you've ever heard! It was such a powerful purr that it bowled Bun right over, tumbling her tail over whiskers down the docks.
But Pirate Bun recovered from the blast, shook herself again, dug in, and purred hard. They were evenly matched, and neither would give way. The two little cats hunkered on that dock for three days and three nights, purring as hard as they could, but neither would budge an inch!
Finally, Mig said, "You're pretty good there, pussy cat! Let's stop this -- on the count of three." So they counted, one, two, three! And they both stopped purring, and looked at each other.
"Well, I guess you deserve to boat on the Mississippi," Pirate Bun conceded.
"You're not half bad yourself," replied Motorboat Mig.
And they all boated happily ever after.
