Afield, there lies a hollow beneath a hill, and all the burrows lead to this hole. Once upon a time, a horse stumbled over this hill and fell into the hole.
This is why moles build their hills!
For every creature that falls into the hole, the moles are singing a song. From all these songs, an onion grows, and the hole is filled with a deep and heartfelt scent.
Let us sing, dig, and leap—tumble and stumble along.
Long are the tunnels, and hard is the calling.
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