Chapter Ten
Making a Mountain of a Molehill
It was a morning like any other for citizens of The Place. They went about their daily business, scuttling from one end of the Castle to the other.
Located in a secluded corner of the Castle, however, was an interesting sight to behold - a molehill.
The Placemats were stunned! They were shocked! It was an awfully bad omen! Folklore in the Place whispered terrible tales about the growth of molehills.
Technically, molehills weren't bad. It was what they haboured that sent cold shivers down one's spine: moles.
According to folklore, molehills (and moles for that matter) appeared as though they grow out of thin air. But what the naked eye doesn't see is the dark green aura of evil, greed and jealousy. The strong presence of such energy - particularly from a person of strong presence - will breed molehills. And moles, oh moles, they were horrifying! These small black cretins tunnel their way around; eavesdropping on secrets and casting animosity spells on innocent victims.
Placemats stood before this eyesore, eyes wide open and mouths agape. And to their utter disgust, the biggest, fattest, most vile-looking Mole sauntered out and glared at them.
The Placemats knew, in their hearts, that life in the Castle will never be the same again.
And with bated breaths, they awaited their sorry fates.
Continue reading Chapter Eleven
It was a morning like any other for citizens of The Place. They went about their daily business, scuttling from one end of the Castle to the other.
Located in a secluded corner of the Castle, however, was an interesting sight to behold - a molehill.
The Placemats were stunned! They were shocked! It was an awfully bad omen! Folklore in the Place whispered terrible tales about the growth of molehills.
Technically, molehills weren't bad. It was what they haboured that sent cold shivers down one's spine: moles.
According to folklore, molehills (and moles for that matter) appeared as though they grow out of thin air. But what the naked eye doesn't see is the dark green aura of evil, greed and jealousy. The strong presence of such energy - particularly from a person of strong presence - will breed molehills. And moles, oh moles, they were horrifying! These small black cretins tunnel their way around; eavesdropping on secrets and casting animosity spells on innocent victims.
Placemats stood before this eyesore, eyes wide open and mouths agape. And to their utter disgust, the biggest, fattest, most vile-looking Mole sauntered out and glared at them.
The Placemats knew, in their hearts, that life in the Castle will never be the same again.
And with bated breaths, they awaited their sorry fates.
Continue reading Chapter Eleven
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