The mole came out of his hole and looked around. He spied a big fat bullfrog looking straight at him.
'Reeeebit' croaked the bullfrog in acknowledgement.
I said the mole 'spied', the mole had very bad eye sight so the bullfrog looked more like a huge blancmange shape looming in front of him. The mole sniffed the air...it certainly didn't smell like a nice blancmange... and blancmanges don't normally speak... The mole squinted further still but eventually, failing to make out what was in front of him, he shrugged his shoulders and disappeared back down his hole...
The bullfrog was of the chilled variety. He shrugged his shoulders too. Then spying a fly nearby he gave a quick flick of his tongue and swallowed the nice little hairy snack.
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