Little Inch Mitch is ringing the doorbell. Looking through the peephole, and I can’t tell. He’s standing proud, and he’s doing well. Saving extra money living inside a seashell. Ooh. Ah. Little Inch Mitch can’t ride a horse, because his feet don’t reach the stirrups. But, let me tell ya, when he comes to town, we’re gonna drink a lot of cough syrup.