Cactus

Whew! You can see it, right? The little pink flower on top of my head. I have been growing in this pot for a long time. It is the perfect size for me. Set on a window ledge, soaking up the sun's warmth is pure bliss, and every now and then, a sprinkle of water keeps me hydrated.

Sometimes, I am placed outside where I can feel the breezes and enjoy the sounds of birds. I am happy, as happy as any little cactus could be. It is rare for a cactus to bloom, it can take a very long time, sometimes as much as 50 years, or it may never bloom.

I have put a lot of energy into that pink bloom. I would accept a hug, but my little prickles may tickle you; they keep me safe from bugs that may see me as a tasty snack. I hope to be able to bloom again for you one day.

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:

Water On The Rocks

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