OOC: This story is open to anyone brave enough to go down the mole hole.
BIC: Penblade laughed like a dibbun as a horde of young abbey babes swarmed over him. He stood beneath a spreading pear tree, next to the old upturned wheelbarrow.
"Hurr, tell usn's e' stury misser badger zur," Asked a little mole babe named Gulm.
"Ha ha ha! Alright! Hee hee! Alright!" Penblade laughed and giggled as the dibbuns started to climb up his robe and tickle him. He stumbled back and the dibbuns all rushed squeaking and giggling to get out of the way of the falling badger. Penblade teetered on the verge of overbalancing for a second, then he fell back on top of the wheelbarrow.
With an explosion like crash he landed on the barrow, turning it to matchwood…
And kept falling...
The dibbuns coughed as the dust that had collected beneath the wheelbarrow over countless seasons was kicked up by the falling badger. As the dust cleared there was a faraway thud and shout.
The dibbuns slowly gathered around the hole that had been revealed beneath the old wheelbarrow.
Gulm examined the hole closely, "Hurr, et be e' moler hole."
"Help!" came a muted cry from far below, "Is there anyone up there? Get help!" The dibbuns quickly scattered in all directions to search for help as Penblade called up to the now empty orchard, It's dark down here!"