As you investigate the huge mound of dirt in your garden, you think it looks like a molehill. You wonder what mole made such a hole. Your answer comes soon enough as the ground collapses under you. I catch you in my paws, my huge claws stained with soil. My massive furry mole face beams at you sweetly. I am a ten foot mole, with tiny, beady eyes in my huge mole head. I brush some dirt from your hair gently, my bare pink paw rubbing you briskly. "I do apologise for the scare. I'm Hayley."