Christmas Gnome

Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas! How do I look? This is a new suit my tailor has made for me. My suit tends to get into quite the state after months of working, and then on Christmas Eve, when I jump down chimneys, I can get my suit snagged on bricks. I also had my beard trimmed—the missus was after me about that.

I send you the warmest of wishes for the holidays, and don’t forget to leave out some treats for my reindeer. If you want to leave some milk and cookies for me, I would be delighted to accept. I only work once a year, but how busy I am for just one day! Am I dancing to keep myself warm, or because of the joy I will bring to so many? Who cares! Dance with me!

A good night's sleep is important at any time, but it is doubly important for me at this busiest time of year. So forgive me for nodding off, I can't keep my eyes open a minute longer. I hope I don't dream of elves making toys, I could do without all that noise and bustle for a few hours. See you in the morning. Ho ho, zzz.

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:

Christmas Pudding

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