A little pile of dirt suddenly shifted, and from the ground popped Gopher, his helmet perched on his head and a pickaxe slung over his shoulder. He looked up, his eyes wide with curiosity.

„Well, well! Who do we have here?” Gopher said with a proud grin. „Name’s Gopher. I know these parts like the back of my paws. Digging’s my thing—you need a hole or a tunnel, I’m the one to call.”

He paused, looking around. „Don’t go makin’ a mess of things, alright? I’ve got a lot of work to do, and these tunnels don’t dig themselves, ya know?”