One day Mogey and Smush discovered that a small colony of feral pigs had taken up residence in their chimney, and so they hired a chimney sweep to come out and take a look at their delicate situation.
"Tom Big Toe, at your service," the chimney sweep said as he walked up the front drive. He was a short, stout man, and did not look at all designed for crawling up chimneys.
"Tom Big Toe?" Mogey declared, shaking the chimney sweep's grubby hand. "Ha! Just like Tom Thumb!"
"Don't you EVER mention that name in my presence!" Tom Big Toe yelled, putting a wrought iron fire-poker to Mogey's neck with alarming quickness. "That lummox is my cousin! For the life of me I can't understand why Tom Thumb gets to entertain kings and get baked into pies and hide in the mouths of slack-jawed millers when Tom Big Toe is stuck here sweeping chimneys! It's plain crooked, it is."
Mogey and Smush exchanged incredulous looks but remained silent as Tom Big Toe lowered the fire-poker.
"Alrighty then," Tom Big Toe said, clapping his hands together. "Let's see about that pig colony in your chimney!"
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