Sweet Succulent

The winds blew across the land and carried with them some seeds. The winds ceased, and the seeds fell to the ground and lay there, for a time. One tiny seed found itself buried in some dirt. The dirt was comforting, and the tiny seed was content to wait.

The rains came, gentle and refreshing. The tiny seed awoke and found itself swelling with the moisture, puffing, and pushing—the little seed grew a tiny root.

Now, the seed had a root; and that root would start to nourish the tiny seed. The seed had outgrown the hard shell covering and was able to push its head upward through the dirt. The little seedling knew it had to break through the dirt and reach for the sun. Somewhere out there—the little seedling knew—the sun was shining and would help it to grow more.

Oh, such joy, the little seeding had broken through the earth, and it could now feel the warm sun on its face. The little seedling's roots had grown and dug deeper, and more rain had fallen. The little seedling was filled with happiness and was growing stronger each day.

The little seedling was no longer a seedling—it had grown more leaves and reached further upward—now it was a little plant, full of hope, enjoying each day and each new rainfall. At night the little plant would rest and listen to the sounds of birds and insects and dream of becoming a mature plant.

One morning, the little plant awoke and realized it was able to look down upon the land and see further into the distance. It had grown more leaves, and its stalk was sturdy and strong. The little plant was fully grown. From a tiny seed carried on the wind to a glorious mature plant, the succulent had fulfilled its destiny. Now it would continue to live, enjoying the sun and rain and resting when the winter came.

Your pet becomes an expert at finding its own food!

As long as there have been moles, there have been opal miners (opals being their chief goal, but by no means their only one).

Each mole community has their specialty, of course, and the town of Molington was certainly no exception. As neighboring mole communities usually specialized in such pursuits as worm digging and tunnel building (a skill quite different from opal mining, as any mole can tell you that has had the unpleasant experience of dwelling very long in an abandoned opal mine) the citizens of Molington seldom saw the need to train their pups in any other pursuit besides mining the rare and beautiful opals that were hidden beneath the rich countryside they called home. All other tasks were happily taken on by their neighbors, who were quite willing to trade their hard work for the beautiful opals of Molington.

As the mines of Molington became deeper and deeper, the task of transporting their finds to the surface became more challenging. Each mole took great pride in their daily tally of opals found (and every mole could identify every opal they had ever found, even years later). Transporting them became a matter of passing them up to the surface, mole to mole. As each mole hated to quit until absolutely necessary, they began tossing them so that less moles were needed to get them to the surface. Soon it became a game to see how far they could get their daily bounty, and to increase their skill in this, they began holding yearly contests. Moles from miles around would come and compete for the title of Champion Opal Tosser.

Favorite food:

Bread of Life

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