One bitterly cold winter's eve Mogey and Smush were huddled around the warmth of the parlor woodstove. After a bit Mogey stirred the coals and unearthed two baked potatoes he'd buried hours earlier.
"What are you doing with those?" Smush asked as Mogey slipped one of the potatoes into his nightshirt.
"Keeping warm!" Mogey replied. "I'm not about to get into that ice cold bed without a couple of baked taters by my side."
"Sheesh!" Smush huffed in exasperation. "Do I have to show you everything? You want to be a tough guy don't you?"
"Sure I do," Mogey answered.
"Well tough guys don't put baked potatoes in their nightshirts," Smush said. "Tough guys use a cinderbox."
Smush took out their old popcorn popper (a small wire cage on a stick) and showed Mogey how to load her up with hot coals.
"There you are sir Mogesley," Smush said, giving the cinderbox a vigorous shake, "see how warm that keeps you tonight."
Next morning a very charred and displeased looking Mogey met Smush at the breakfast table.
"Well," Smush asked, "how'd you like the cinderbox, eh?"
"Not only was I freezing," Mogey replied, wiping soot from his brow, "my bed caught on fire in the wee hours of the morning. Now I'm burned AND cold!"
"Then you're finally a tough guy," Smush said, looking quite pleased with himself.
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