One day of yore, the Giant Jerk Wolf began terrorizing the countryside. Mogey and Smush, who both lived under a bridge alongside their pal, Troll Steven, decided that they needed more secure dwellings with the Giant Jerk Wolf on the loose.
Smush built a nice little ranch-style house with green shutters, and when he was finished, he stopped by to see how Mogey's new home was coming along. As Smush strode past Mogey's chicken-shaped mailbox, a weighty brick edifice came into view.
"Hello there!" Mogey shouted.
"Ahoy," Smush replied. "So you've chosen to build your house out of brick?"
"Indeed," Mogey said. "What did you use?"
"Wood."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Mogey chided. "Don't you know anything? The Giant Jerk Wolf will blow down a house of twigs without batting an eye!"
"They're not... nevermind," Smush said with a sigh. "So let's have the grand tour. Where's your door?"
"Door?"
"Surely there must be a door. I mean, how do you get inside?"
"Oh there is no inside," Mogey replied, "I just sleep out back. But no amount of puffing or huffing from the Giant Jerk Wolf won't blow this house down, no-siree."
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