The Tale of the Little Mole
The little mole was wandering underground. For those who wander, it seems like they possess the whole world, yet at the same time, nothing truly belongs to them.
The life of a mole is spent constantly digging tunnels underground, searching for various treasures. But the little mole was always unlucky; he never found anything.
Still, he kept using his shovel to break through the soil and rocks, thud thud, digging his way forward. “I’ll surely find something,” he said to himself with a smile. “Maybe I can even bring it to meet my dear mole lady.”
“Ouch! That was close!” One day, he suddenly stopped. In front of him was a small potato. The little mole held it in his hands, and it seemed as though he could feel the potato trembling slightly. How wonderful! “Maybe I should stop wandering and become a farmer instead.” The little mole gently stroked the potato, and for the first time, he felt like something truly belonged to him. A tiny hope began to quietly swell within his heart.
From then on, the little mole settled down beside his potato. He watered it several times a day and carefully loosened the soil around it. How much he loved his little potato!
Even at night, he couldn’t resist turning the light on and off, on and off, just so he could catch a few more glimpses of his little potato. “This is my potato!” The little mole smiled and fell asleep.
One day, as the little mole was helping the potato clean up, he suddenly heard a rumbling sound— a large group of beetles was charging toward him. Beetles can chew through the roots of an old tree in no time, and they eat everything in their path.
“Go away! This is my potato!” The little mole shouted. But the beetles didn’t listen at all. They were like a brainless machine of destruction, relentlessly charging forward.
The little mole picked up his shovel and fought back, as bravely as a farmer defending his land.
Clang! Clang! Clang! The beetles’ heads were really hard! The shovel even got chipped, but the little mole kept fighting desperately. After a fierce battle, the beetles finally fled in disgrace.
Still, the little mole wasn’t reassured. He decided to build a big wall to protect his potato.
Finally, the little potato grew safely, and the little mole was overjoyed. He shouted, “Great! Now I can invite my mole lady to come and see!”
Many moles came to visit the mole lady’s home. Some had found diamond mines and brought diamonds; some brought gold, and others brought oil.
While everyone was noisily debating whose treasure was more valuable, suddenly, there was a loud boom, and a large hole appeared in the wall. From the hole emerged a little mole, his face full of joy, his hands spread wide as if measuring something. But his hands were empty.
“What exactly is it, dear little mole?” the mole lady asked curiously. “I didn’t bring it,” the little mole said somewhat uneasily, “because it’s alive— a potato this big!”
A hush fell over the crowd, as the moles all thought they must have misheard. What did he say— a potato? Finally, everyone started laughing, as if watching a clown perform.
The mole lady, disappointed, walked over to the little mole. With a gentle sigh, she said, “Oh, why are you always like this? Look, it’s just an ordinary potato, isn’t it?” The little mole finally understood. Quietly, he retreated back into his hole, silently filled the entrance with soil, and disappeared into the darkness underground.
The potato didn’t care whether people felt hope or disappointment; it just kept growing, continuously growing. It grew taller and taller, eventually towering over the little mole by two heads, its body covered in soil and stones. It stood in front of the little mole like a proud giant.
The little mole stared at it, at his potato, and once again, his heart began to beat with excitement. This is my potato. No matter how others see it, it remains my hope. All the courage and joy returned to the little mole’s body.
Under the little mole’s careful care, the potato grew bigger and bigger, and the little mole’s hope grew stronger and stronger.
One day, as the little mole was watering the potato, it suddenly started to shake, as if it had come to life.
While the little mole was still in shock, there was a pop, and the potato suddenly shot out of the ground. The little mole quickly jumped up to grab its roots, and he was pulled up to the surface along with it.
It turned out that a farmer was pulling up the potato.
“This is my potato! Let go! It’s mine!” the little mole shouted. “No! I planted this. Look, the whole field is full of them!” the farmer said. Indeed, the farmer’s feet were surrounded by large baskets, all filled with potatoes.
Now, only the lonely little mole and the empty pits in the ground remained.
The End of the Story: The little mole thought he should cry now, but he didn’t. For the first time in his life, he had come into the sunlight and was looking at the flowers, trees, and grass under the shining sun. He gazed quietly, gazing… Suddenly, he smiled slightly again, and softly said to himself, “I’ll surely find something, maybe just next time.”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
