Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Deeps

"So you're telling me there's an endless supply of moles coming from somewhere deep beneath my yard?"

The mole fidgeted, rubbing his forepaws together and blinking. "Moles, sir, yes, among... others."

"And I can't close it off... why?"

"It would give away the secret, sir.

"Secrets" I scoffed. "Buried treasure or whatever else is down there? Some kind of magical doohickey that makes animals talk?"

The mole widened its pinprick eyes. "Oh, sir, no, you misunderstand. It's not that surface-walkers aren't allowed down; it's the others who can't be allowed to know."

"Know what?"

"That there's anything here worth taking."


The Words Crafter said...

Ooooo, that's a reverse! Kinda makes us look a little arrogant :)

Scattercat said...

I was thinking more "clueless." :-) The idea is always that untold depths and mysteries lie below us in hidden caverns, but what if *we* were the mysteries?