Dear Dad:

We sensed its presence several moons ago, but the ground lay cold and sere, frozen and lifeless.

So we waited.

We waited and we watched. On the edges of the dark, dank juniper forest, we waited as the ground slowly, inexorably awakened to spring.

We waited and we watched.

It came on the night of the new moon, small, deadly - its eyes useless in the half-light of evening. In the shade of the great junipers it sat, sensing us, testing the air, waiting, like us, for the darkness of the new moon. At midnight it lumbered out from its protected lair in the depths of the juniper forest, out into the open, small red eyes gleaming faintly through the darkness.

I was the the first to notice its movement, giving chase through the blackness of midnight. As I tired, Puff took over. By morning, it lay dead upon the ground. In the clear, cold morning air we surveyed our victory, weary to the bone yet strangely jubilant after our terrible midnight battle.

Then mom came and chucked it over the fence. Jeez, it was OUR mole!

Love,
Sluggo and Puff Daddy