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His tail danced around his still chubby legs as they continued to carry him across the scenery. Today his nose followed a trail that smelled of mole - he remembered the mole given to him by the Coli! And he remembered how she caught it, by deftly putting her nose close to the ground, sniffing it out and listening to it move - before plunging into the earth and pulling out her hand with live dinner in it! It had been marvelous. Oh, how he wanted to be as crafty as she. She was even related to him! Perhaps he could be as good as her, since they shared blood. It had taken the boy some time to understand this principle, of inheritance of mind and demeanor within families, and why it really mattered at all. Knowing how angry his father was, Emwe hoped he had not inherited that trait - and just by hoping for such a thing, he got what he hoped for, unknowingly.
........Face into the ground, the boy was oblivious to two things: the fact that he would be incredibly easy to escape, if one were a mole, as his loud trampling on the ground gave him away by miles and miles, and also his surroundings. His eyes eagerly scanned the ground he traversed, but he wasn't looking at the big picture. Suddenly the boy came to an involuntary halt, as he walked face first into a tree. Exclaiming a loud "Ow!", the boy then fell onto his bum, his paws reaching out in front of him to rub his nose. It wasn't pleasant at all, running into trees. No, it wasn't.
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