When we returned home from the Hospital, everyone was out on the front drive to greet us. Wilson assumed this was because they'd been worried about him, so he climbed out of the car to assure them that he was fully recovered, but before he could say anything Johnson Major called out to him, 'We've seen the mole!'
W ran into the back garden, followed by the rest of the family, but when he arrived at the mole-hills there was no mole to be seen.
'Where is he then?' he asked, 'Where's the mole?'
Polly explained that the earth had started moving and another molehill had gradually appeared, then after a couple of minutes a tiny mole had popped his head out of the top of the new hill.
'Yes, and?' Wilson urged, circling his paw in a 'hurry up, talk faster' gesture.
'Well, he was very nice!' Polly assured W, 'but he said he couldn't stay. He said he had things to do…'
'Is he coming back?' W asked, hopefully.
'He didn't mention it, so I think not. But he did say he was sorry to have missed you!'
Polly tried to sound reassuring, but W was beyond consolation.
'I took his photo!' Antony piped up.
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