Tails of PaTail Option Bb. A Mole Deal

Mole

Welcome to the third part of this adventure =)

If you missed the previous two posts, here’s a quick recap:

In part one, you started your day by getting raspberry jam from the market for your sister’s birthday, but when you arrived home, Nan and Lily, your sister, were enduring a search by the Dog guard because rats had accused you of harboring a cat. After they leave, you find out that your sister is, in fact, harboring a kitten. You decide to head to the orchards to try and get the cat over the city wall.

In part two, you find the rats are watching you so closely that your chances of getting Paws over the wall are slim. But Maya the rabbit has offered to help make a deal with the Mole guard to sneak the cat under the city walls.

(If you’d like to read the first two parts, click here and here.)

Now, let’s see how this deal goes =)

Tails of PaTail Option Bb. A Mole Deal

Rabbit“I like your idea,” you say to Maya Rabbit.

She thumps the ground with both hind paws in excitement. “I know just the place,” she says, “follow me.”

As you pick up the basket, a soft voice whispers from the whicker. “You’re trusting a rabbit? What’s the world coming to?”

***

The entrance to the Mole guard’s tunnels isn’t a door or even a cave, but a simple hole in the ground near the city wall. You’re still in the orchards, so the earth is damp and soft.

Maya Rabbit disappears down the hole to find the guard on duty at the entrance. You eye the opening.

“I’m not sure we’ll fit,” you whisper to Lila.

Before she can answer, a small pink nose appears from the hole. “Ay um,” the mole’s face emerges with his nose twitching, “Miss Maya says—” he stops speaking with his head tilted. “Not on my watch, not a chance.” He disappears.

MoleMoments later, the ground to your left sinks in a whoosh, large claws reach out and grasp the tail of a rat hiding behind the closest tree.

The rat shrieks as it’s sucked into the hole with the mole.

There’s a soft rumbling and then, farther back in the orchard, another hole appears. The rat flies from the hole, still shrieking, and disappears over the far orchard wall.

“And stay there!” shouts the grumbly voice of the mole from under the ground.

While you’re still staring at where the rat vanished, the mole pops up from the tunnel entrance at your feet again.

“Now,” he starts again, “ay um, Miss Maya says some strange things.”

The mole fully emerges from his hole and sniffs at your legs, then at Lila’s legs and, lastly, at the basket. He stands up on his hind legs and grasps the whicker in those same large claws that sent the rat flying.

You grasp the handle firmly but your hands sweat as the mole continues to inspect with his sensitive nose.

“I see, I see,” he mutters. “Furry cherries indeed. You want out?”

“Yes,” Lila says for both of you.

“Hmmm, ay, don’t see any harm in out, ay suppose. Follow.” And he vanishes.

“Umm,” you sink to your knees next to the hole, “Mister Mole, we’re too big for this hole.”

There’s a ‘harrumph’ from below and you feel the ground shudder beneath you. Before you can scramble away, there’s a whoosh and the orchard floor disappears from under you.

You, Lila and a screaming basket tumble into the tunnels below.

Although the entrance was tiny, the tunnels are not. You stand and find you can walk, a bit hunched, into the tunnel system.

“Fill it in, boys,” the mole hollers to several pink noses watching from the tunnel behind you.

“Ay, ay, ay,” they respond and start filling in the giant hole they just opened for you to fall through.

“Follow,” the lead mole says again, and this time you have no problem walking behind him as his giant claws leave gouges out of the tunnel walls.

Cat EyeWith him turned away, you peek into the basket to make sure Paws faired the fall without any injuries.

The kitten’s green eyes glare from the depths. He licks at his very ruffled orange fur but otherwise seems unhurt.

“Where’s Maya Rabbit?” Lila asks the mole.

“Ay? Oh, says she and the family gonna play game with rats. Somethin’ about rat ball. Never heard of it.” The mole continues to grumble and you catch a couple words about never being included in the fun.

“Can you get a message back to her?” you ask, thinking that Nan will worry if you don’t get a message to her.

“Message?” the mole looks back over his shoulder. You can’t really tell if he’s looking at you or just scenting the air. “Sure.”

You give him a message for Maya to pass to Nan and, not long after, he stops at another hole in the ground. Late day sunlight streams through it.

“Here, human,” Mister Mole digs his claws into the ceiling around the hole. With a heave of his heavy shoulders, he opens the hole wide enough for you to squeeze out of the tunnels.

“Thank you,” you say to him after you’re out. “What’s your name by chance?”

“Ay um, me?” the surprise in his low voice is obvious. “Morese.” And then, like he’s embarrassed, he dives back below to repair his tunnel entrance.

“I like him,” Lila says.

“You like them all,” you respond.

“Not the rats,” she grins.

You give her that.

The mole guard brought you up just outside the city wall. You head for the tree line before setting the basket on the ground to release Paws.

“Think it’s safe here?” Lila asks, wringing her hands in the hem of her shirt.

“Nothing’s safe outside the city,” you say. “But it’s better than the dogs catching him.”

“Ick,” Paws says as he cautiously peeks his head from the basket, “dogs.”

Beavers“Maybe you can stay with the Beaver family for a bit,” Lila suggests. “They live up the river there.” She points to the river.

“It’s wet,” Paws complains.

“Anything make you happy?” you ask the feline.

He tilts his ears toward Lila. “A good scratch behind the ears,” he says as Lila follows suit on his nonverbal suggestion.

A low purr rumbles from his throat.

“The Beaver’s will take care of that,” she assures him.

“Show me the way?” he asks, only now a slight uncertainty entering his usually confident expression.

You start to protest, it’s late in the day, but Lila gives you a look and you know it’s pointless.

It’s her birthday. Guess you can deal for a while longer.

***

You debate the wisdom of your choice later, however, because by the time you head back to the city, it’s almost dark. Long tree shadows stretch like fingers from the forest toward the city walls.

A long, low howl comes from behind you. It’s not close but, seconds later, a second howl answers it.

The dogs close the gates at sunset. As you told Lila, it’s not safe outside the city, especially at night. You glance back as you quicken your steps.

You safely left Paws with the Beaver family but now you’re worried about you and Lila.

If you head to the gate, the rats might convince the dog guard that you’re suspicious and they’ll close the gates on you.

If you head back to the mole tunnels, you’ll have to negotiate with them to let you back in. Without their help, you probably can’t even get back into the tunnels.

Do you go to…

Bb1. The Dog’s Gate?

or

Bb2. The Mole’s Tunnel?

Leave your vote in the comments below. Next Thursday, we’ll see how this adventure ends!

Blessings,

Jennifer

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Tails of PaTail Option B: Picking Up Dessert

Cat Eye

Welcome back to the second part of the Tails of PaTail adventure.

In part one, you started your day by getting raspberry jam from the market for your sister’s birthday but when you arrived home, Nan and Lily, your sister, were enduring a search by the Dog guard because rats had accused you of harboring a cat. After they leave, you find out that your sister is, in fact, harboring a kitten. You’ve decided to head to the orchards to try and get the cat over the city wall.

(If you’d like to read the first part, click here.)

Otherwise, let’s get this story rolling =)

Tails of PaTail Option B: Picking up Dessert

“Think Nan would like some dessert tonight?” you ask Lila.

A grin splits her face just as two tiny, fury ears peek around the corner next to her chin. Their orange tips tickle her skin and she giggles.

Nan huffs. “Nan doesn’t need more sweets. Nan needs peace and quiet.” She nabs her clothing from your hands and shoves you toward Lila. “Get outa here.”

***

BasketBy the time you leave the house, the streets bustle with people. Over your arm, you carry a lidded basket with a handle for ‘collecting’ cherries from the orchard. Before you even get to the end of your street, you spy the whiskered nose of a rat peeking out of a sewer grate, watching.

The basket gives a soft hiss and you thump the lid with a warning knuckle.

“Think we can fill this for Nan?” you raise your voice to cover the kitten’s soft hiss.

Lila chuckles. “Nan’ll be making pie for a week if we do.”

You’re almost to the orchards when you spy another whiskered nose watching from a nearby gutter. This one wears an eye patch and squints its one beady eye as you pass.

“Did Paws truly try to eat a rat?” you ask from the side of your mouth.

The kitten, a solid orange ball of fluff, can’t be bigger than the rat you saw this morning in the market. If it tried to eat such a vile creature, it must have spunk bigger than its body.

Lila nods. “Had the rat’s tail in its claws when I found it. Just the tail. No rat attached.”

You wince. No wonder the rat’s so determined…but then, it couldn’t be the rat you saw in the market because that one still had its tail. How many, then, are watching you?

The buildings on the street give way to low stone walls and beautiful trees. Throughout the growing season these trees harbor cherries, apples, plums, even pears. Lower to the ground grow vines with blackberries and raspberries. The place smells earthy, a mixture of damp earth and foliage.

After hopping the low wall, you set the basket at the base of a tree and begin picking cherries. Lila joins you, staying close to the basket’s location as she collects handfuls and drops them inside.

“Now what?” she murmurs, shooting a glance back toward the street where you can just make out the twitching nose of another rat peeking over the orchard’s wall. If you climb a tree to lift the kitten over the wall, the rodents are sure to see.

“Think the whole nest is watching us,” you mutter back.

Lila holds out the bottom of her shirt and you drop your collection of cherries into the scoop of fabric she’s made. She turns to put them into the basket and shrieks. The cherries she’s holding fall to the ground as she drops her hem and races to the whicker basket.

The bushy tail of some creature sticks out of the lid.

“Hey!” Lila grasps the exposed hindquarters and pulls a plump rabbit into her arms. “What do you think you’re doing?”

RabbitThe rabbit shrieks in turn and then slumps in relief. “Well I’ll be, Miss Lila,” it says. “You scared the fur off me.”

“It’s Maya Rabbit,” Lila tells you while rubbing the rabbit’s ear in greeting.

The lid of the basket lifts ever so slightly. Two large green eyes glitter in the gap, not afraid but glaring at the rabbit Lila just pulled from the kitten’s hiding place.

“Miss Lila,” the rabbit says. “Some of your cherries look like they might be bad as they’ve got fur on them.” Maya winks with the eye away from the road. She hops from Lila’s arms and thumps the basket with one long hind leg. The lid falls shut with a soft hiss.

Maya saw the kitten, and she knows the rats are watching. She’s one of the many creatures Lila helped as a baby. She’s not Tabby Catlikely to turn you in.

“I figured we’d pitch the bad ones over the wall before we leave,” Lila tells the rabbit.

“Hmm,” Maya considers and hops in a full circle around the basket before shaking her head. “Probably not the best option. The guards on the wall might not take kindly if you hit them with bad cherries. Maybe you can burry them instead.”

Burry them? What is Maya Rabbit suggesting? Lila looks as confused as you are but then she shudders.

“The moles might not take kindly to that either,” she replies but looks at you for your thoughts.

Oh! Maya Rabbit’s offering to make a deal with the mole’s who guard under the wall. They’re strict creatures but they only care about keeping things out of the city, they don’t really care about keeping things in. There’s a chance they’ll let you pass with the kitten and say nothing to the dog guard above. Usually the rats avoid the moles but now that they’re so determined, there’s a chance they’ll risk the mole’s ire to catch you.

Or do you still try to climb a tree? Perhaps you can ask Maya Rabbit for a distraction instead of a deal. The orchards are full of rabbits. They could help draw the rat’s attention away just long enough to get Paws out of the city.

Do you ask for…

Bb. A Mole Deal?

or

Bc. A Rabbit Distraction?

Leave your vote in the comments and next Thursday we’ll explore the option that gets the most votes.

Thanks for joining this week’s adventure =)

Blessings,

Jennifer