The mole was digging and digging and digging until one day he dug and found himself in another’s tunnel. “Hello?” he asked, receiving no response. He thought “When I was little I had brothers and sisters. Although I do like digging, the dirt caked on my coat is all I am anymore.” So he followed the tunnel until he reached the end where a bright light waited for him. “This must be it” he thought, “My family is here.” He reached the top and could see nothing but the light. Excited, he yelled out “Hello!” and heard a voice in return! He went to jump, but as quickly as he rose, he fell, from a girl’s foot, stomping him. “Alas,” he thought while blood oozed from inside his eyes and coat, “I was more than dirt.” He died thereafter.
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