Golden Mole

Hey you! Yes you! I see you there admiring my lovely moley hole. Wanna come over and play? I know you wanna. C’mon! C’mon over! We can have soooooo much fun. Digging and burrowing and tunnelling. I promise I will help you see in the dark. Stop staring and come say hello.

What to do? What to do? It’s a really tough job being the top golden mole around here. Afterall, my likeness is on the exquisite GM coin. And I am so sought after. I must keep up my top physique for future photo shoots. But what to do? I need a friend to practise and train in my opal tossing. And burring through tunnels all day gets boring. Do you have anything good to eat? Maybe that can become my new sport.

So….very….tired. Who would have thought spending all day tossing opals and going for record long planks could exhaust an all star like me? I did well today though. I trained Jack Spaniels to fetch my opals after I toss them. I also succeeded at a record long 9 second(!!!!) plank! I deserve a rest. Don’t you agree? I do do my best planks in bed - flop!

Your pet becomes an expert at finding its own food!

As long as there have been moles, there have been opal miners (opals being their chief goal, but by no means their only one).

Each mole community has their specialty, of course, and the town of Molington was certainly no exception. As neighboring mole communities usually specialized in such pursuits as worm digging and tunnel building (a skill quite different from opal mining, as any mole can tell you that has had the unpleasant experience of dwelling very long in an abandoned opal mine) the citizens of Molington seldom saw the need to train their pups in any other pursuit besides mining the rare and beautiful opals that were hidden beneath the rich countryside they called home. All other tasks were happily taken on by their neighbors, who were quite willing to trade their hard work for the beautiful opals of Molington.

As the mines of Molington became deeper and deeper, the task of transporting their finds to the surface became more challenging. Each mole took great pride in their daily tally of opals found (and every mole could identify every opal they had ever found, even years later). Transporting them became a matter of passing them up to the surface, mole to mole. As each mole hated to quit until absolutely necessary, they began tossing them so that less moles were needed to get them to the surface. Soon it became a game to see how far they could get their daily bounty, and to increase their skill in this, they began holding yearly contests. Moles from miles around would come and compete for the title of Champion Opal Tosser.

Favorite food:

Open Can Of Worms

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