One warm spring day Mogey and Smush were walking off an exceptionally hearty and well balanced meal that represented each of the food groups. Crispy fried onion rings represented the vegetable and whole grains categories and chili cheese fries balanced the meal out with dairy and protein.
So Mogey and Smush felt healthy and chipper as they walked beside the River Bulch. After some time, they happened upon a panhandler holding out a battered top hat.
"How'd you gents like to get in on the ground floor of the biggest business in Murtlby this decade?" the panhandler asked. Mogey and Smush stopped dead in their tracks.
"We're listening..." Smush said.
"The name's Pine," the panhandler replied, extending a mitten-ensconced hand (though it was quite warm out). "Q. Pine."
"Well Mr. Pine," Mogey rejoined, "what's your business idea?"
"Straight down to business, eh? I likes it. So everyone likes pigs, see?" Q. Pine began. "But what's the biggest danger of owning 'em? Wolves a' course. A piggie's just a soft little wolf treat oinking in his pen. What they need is a little something to protect 'em. So once I gets me a little money I'm gonna breed pigs with hedgehogs. What wolf would carry off a pig covered in spikes?"
"Poor Q. Pine," Mogey said gently, knowing he was about to dash the panhandler's dreams. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but that's already been invented."
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