The ghostly figure of what looks like a large mole with glasses and a checkered vest (?) floats nearby, there are tiny wings on his back and a halo hovers over his head in a comical fashion. The charred body of what used to be the mole is lying in the grass underneath the ghost.

Listen up! I'm Bottles, the short-sighted mole-- Er, was.

Don't step on my corpse, please.