https://www.instagram.com/p/CjD8vYUtcRo/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= He loved moles and would sit for hours at night in the field in the hope he might see one - at least a snout or little foot. Never did they show up - except one night quite a few were seen capering about in among the closed buttercups - their noses wet they snouted in the velvet thingy ha ha down in the Bible black and warm summer night rain. He capered too - good reason to.
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