Once, as a small boy, I was fishing on the banks of the Thet with Dad.

I must have been about 7 years old or suffen.

We noticed that there was a mole borrowing in the riverbank right near to us. Quick as a flash, quick as Chuck Norris, Dad dug the toe-end of his boot into the burrowings just behind the mole, thrust his hand into the disturbed earth, and pulled out moley.

That day my Dad became a superhero to me.

Anyhoo, he showed me the moles bigole shovel paws, and tiny little bleary eyes, and that, and then let it go into the burrow again.

Brilliant.

Posted By: Arizona Bay, Jul 20, 13:30:38