The Tale of the Monocle Wielding Mole🔊

Once upon a time, deep in the marshy Salem woods, lived a round-bellied mole named Murray. His paws and snout were covered in the muddy scent of his comfortable home, residing in the heart of the forest. Murray resembled any other woodland mole, except for one peculiarity - his precious monocle, well-crafted in an array of vibrant colors and adorned with intricacies, through which he viewed the world. The mole wore it with pride. It was his most treasured possession and held a magical secret, a secret only known to Murray.

The secret was of magic so intense that bestowed upon its holder the ability to peer into the future, not far away but just enough to sense danger and steer clear of it. A heroic gift indeed in the savage wilderness fraught with predators. The little mole became a local hero, often forewarning other animals about impending threats. His mystical universality was known far and wide, earning him both respect and envy.

A cunning fox named Foxy, however, developed a dangerous fascination for Murray’s monocle. Greedy, cunning, and shifty-eyed, Foxy yearned to obtain the precious artifact for his use.

One day, as Murray slept soundly in his burrow, Suzy the squirrel scurried in, panting. She was a dear friend of Murray, and alarm bells rang in Murray's head as he saw the look of terror on Suzy’s face.

'Murray,' Suzy gasped, 'Foxy is coming for your monocle. You must hide it. Quickly!'

Murray grinned, his small white teeth gleaming in the dim light of the burrow, 'I've been expecting this day, Suzy. Fear not; I have a plan.'

Travelling speedily into the deepest part of the Delaware, he found a massive tree with roots that delved deep into the ground. The spot would provide a worthy hideout for his monocle. Murray took off his monocle and surveyed the location one final time, committing it to memory, then safely stored the monocle within the roots.

When Foxy arrived at Murray's home, he was disappointed and enraged by the absence of the monocle. Despite Foxy’s threats and coercions, Murray held onto his calmness, subtly directing Fox's attention towards the Delaware woods, hoping his precious monocle would be safe with Foxy gone.

For days, the cunning fox rummaged through Delaware without finding anything. Frustrated, he gave up his search and slinked back to the marshy lands.

Upon Foxy's withdrawal, Murray recovered his precious monocle and resumed his life with it. Murray's reputation grew even larger for not only foreseeing danger but also outsmarting the cunning Foxy. The animals celebrated their hero, rejoicing in his triumph and praising his wisdom.

The legendary tale of Murray the Mole, his magic monocle, and his wit spread across the animal kingdom. To this day, they say, if you walk through Salem woods, you can hear the echo of their laughter, a testament to the cunning mole and his magical monocle.