Well, we did what the Grunts suggested. We went along to see the chickens and asked for their advice. Apparently, there is a special technique to be used when finding worms. You patter your feet up and down on the earth and the worms think it's raining and come to the surface. That's the theory at any rate, so we sat and waited to see what would happen. You'll never guess - it actually worked! There was only one small flaw in the plan, though - the chickens scoffed all the worms before the poor little mole could get near them. After ten minutes all we had was a 100% worm-free patch of grass, and a completely empty molebabe!Never mind, I told him, it looks like it's going start raining for real any moment, and I've got some other friends who will help us out, and can be relied upon not to eat the worms. We just need to take some bread...
2 comments:
It's so cute I love bobby he rocks. It's a shame the chickens eat all the worms ;( I hope mole is okay. (p.s. it's Sophie i'am on dads account. shhhhhh don't tell him.)
Don't worry - you can't keep a mole from his worms for too long
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