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Then Suddenly the Mole felt a great Awe upon him and checked with his dungarees but they were not too tight and so he sniffed the air and squinted his eyes.
He saw drowsy animals cuddled upon within the bough of an ancient oak but they were too far to tell whether they might be Hindi, and so Mole, growing colder as the autumn forest bared shadows for frozen teeth and Mole wiped sweat from his brow.
I knew there was a missive for me somewhere around here, as he pawed at the soft but rocky earth. His nails scraped against a thick layer of slate and he knew he'd be flung into the water, into a swimming pool, to be sucked through and drowned by the filtration. Oh Mole, could you not see the missive? Fox pinned it on a bough just so you could see. Now lost and soggy.
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