LeeAnna, Warrior Princess
On October 19, LeeAnn stalked and brutally killed a cute, soft, cuddly mole with a shovel. No, the mole did not have the shovel. Don't try to correct my English. She actually saw the little hill being raised in the lawn, something that is almost too lucky to be believed. She ran & got the shovel, took aim, and *CRUNCH!* She's just amazing. She may have been the first human ever to kill a mole by seeing the molehill's formation. We're all very proud.

A mole is actually a vicious, worm- and grub-eating subterranean monster, cute only to its mother and to human boy children playing with its dead body. Encyclopedias say, "Its small body is about the same size as a kitten [they mean "rat"]. This creature burrows 2-inch-wide tunnels a few inches under the ground [they mean "precious, green lawn"], leaving a small hill [mountain] in its wake. It sleeps only 3 or 4 hours a day, spending all the remainder of their time foraging for food. The only reliable method of control is trapping [here they fail to mention hacking them to death with a sharp shovel].

True to his word, the next morning Mike skinned the mole and pegged its pelt to a board. Because the mole is such a small creature, thirteen more pelts will be needed for a pair of earmuffs. Mole fur is _very_ soft, and the hide is very thin. This particular mole skin is in exceptional condition, considering it was killed with the business end of a shovel. Mike plans on mounting the skin to a plaque to proudly display in the family room.