The shovel was the arch enemy of moles but not no more. Mikey sniffed the ground unsure of himself there was something more terrifying out there and he thought, just maybe he could smell it.

Yes there it was. It smelt like lightly fried earthworms in a sweet garlic sauce with a side salad of black beetle. Ha! Poison! He wasn’t going to fall for that one.

“Nice try loser!”, Mickey muttered not realising he was shouting at the top of his voice.

Mikey’s self glory was short lived when Frank the fox hit him from behind with a shovel.