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How the Mole Learned to Burrow
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‘Do not be afraid,’ he continued in the mole’s squeaky language, ‘I mean you no harm. And then after a pause with no response from the subterranean rodent, he said, ‘If I had intended to harm you, I could have done so easily when you appeared out of your burrow. I have something important to tell you; something that concerns you and all your family and friends; in fact it concerns all the generations of moles living and dead.’
Still there was no response from imfukufuku but Tokoloshe, with his extraordinary semse of hearing, could detect the mole’s nervous breathing just below the earth’s surface.
‘I can tell you secrets you have long yearned to know,’ he continued, ‘why you live as you do in the earth, when all other creatures, except worms and snakes and beatles, live on it; why you are almost blind, when all other creatures, except bats, can see clearly?’
Again he paused, and just when he thought of giving up, a little pointed nose appeared from beneath the upturned sods and imfukufuku emerged nervously from his burrow.
‘Who are you?’ he squeaked, ‘Why can’t I smell you? And how do you know all the things you say you do?’
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