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What Can I Do Asked Mole

mole was digging and digging and digging some more. moon finally asked him “Are your claws not truly duly sore?” they sure are, said mole, “But what can I do?” “I would use a gardening tool called a hoe,” said Luna Lu. the hoe was handy, a sweet tool, a nice little digger mole then tried out a spade, for it was decidedly bigger. finally went for a shovel, but did not get to China that day. maybe tomorrow he told himself, for it is Wednesday.

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