"I'd have been proud to be you, if it was me," said Scruff. Maudlin smiled weakly and looked down at his costume. Harlequin, he was, in the diamond-patterned suit. And a fine clown he'd made of himself, too.
"Why?" he asked. "I'm just an ordinary, plain, boring weasel."
"Nah! Diamond in the rough, you are. Like me," said Scruff, grinning. "But now I think about it, I wouldn't want to be you."
Maudlin was hurt until Scruff continued.
"If I was you, then I couldn't be friends with you, could I?"
Maudlin's eyes watered and he hugged Scruff tightly.