EDENVILLE

The Mole Trap

By @silemttomorrows

The half hearted smiles and wisps of courage faded from the faces of Police Sergeant Wendell, Constable Breem and Franklin Boffinski as they listened to Corky Flute's commentary in the Edenville Park.

'Hey Mamma's and Pappa's, boys 'n' girls this is Corky Flute live broadcasting from where all the trees are green and the skies are blue and have we got some excitement for you.  Franklin Boffinski has invented a mole tracking device and is assisting the police today to find that mole.  The Mayor is offering a very big reward for its capture.

Will they be lucky, will they be brave or will they just simply die.
Kay Sarah Sarah,
What ever will be will be
But there could be some dead bodies
Kay Sarah, Sarah

And I don't know who either Kay or Sarah are, but if they are in the crowd gathered here today, by the mole hill hole, then please leave your numbers with my roadie and maybe we could go for a drink later.'

The three intrepid mole molesters descended the ladder into the mole tunnel. Breem amd Wendell flashed their torches into the murky muckyness whilst Frank turned the dial on his mole detector so that it made a ping ping plosh sound at a moderato tempo to a three four time signature similar to the Blue Danube waltz.  

Immediately Breem stopped in his tracks, 'What's that', he said pointing at something white.

'Oh, that's a fish bone from the Jurassic period', said Frank. 'One hundred yards forward from here there is a fork in the tunnel, bear left chaps'.

'Do we have to go in the direction of the bear?', asked Wendell, 'And what if we trip over the fork'

'Look chaps, this is hole and that is the mole.  The little red light on the tracker shows the mole moving away from us.  And my tracker also sends a signal to the people up above; so they can follow us above ground and dig us out if necessary,'

'Clever',  said Breem, 'I'll just get my truncheon out, just in case.'

They walked to the rhythm of the tracker, towards the mole, the mole went from tunnel to tunnel away from them but gradually they started catching up with it.   Then they turned a corner and found themselves in a sewer tunnel.

Wendell said, 'Yuk'

'Poohey', Breem added, and their words echoed down the tunnel. 

'Look, a dim light in the distance and the mole seeker says that way too'

'Shouldn't we check out the other way first', enquired Breem.

'Come on', said Wendell showing some rank. 'Let's get this over with. You lead Frank, I'll bring up the rear in case it try's to slip past us'

'I see it' said Frank. 'Proceed with caution and quietly'

'What exactly are we going to do with it when we catch it', whispered Wendell.

'How are we going to trap it?' Asked Breem.

'Moles eat worms' replied Frank 'I've got some nice juicy ones in my pocket mixed with a sleeping potion that I made up from a recipe in an old book I borrowed from Porter'

'It seems to have stopped, the light is quite bright, must be another hole. Come on, let's run up to it and see if it will take the worms.'

They ran fast, coming up beside the mole in what now looked like artificial light.  There was a loud noise and the sound of chains moving as a trap door slammed shut behind them.  They were trapped with the mole in a large glass cage.  They looked out on lots of smaller cages with rats in them.  The mole turned and sniffed Breem's face.  Breem thought, 'this is it, I'm dinner'.

Upstair, above the mole melodrama, Wilfred Bodger was looking out of his window wondering why a large crowd of people was assembling outside of his front door.  Then he heard the cellar buzzer telling him that his giant mole had returned.  He rushed downstairs to his cellar and found that he'd caught his mole and three rather dishevelled, dirty and mole slavered men. He at once realised that two of them were policemen, and enabled them all to climb through a trap door into Wilfred's cellar. 

'Wilfred Bodger, i'm arresting you for conspiracy to harbour a giant mole and intimidating the villagers of Edenville' proclaimed an official unruffling but still flustered Constable Breem.

'Now, now gentlemen.  I'm not a criminal, i'm a hero.  I trap vermin.  See all the rats I I've caught? And now I've caught the famous Edenville mole. 

'Why does your house have a s sewer running under it.  Seems a bit of a coincidence to me?' asked Frank. 

'Not at all, it goes back a long time since.  I just built an access into the sewer to catch the mole.  And it worked as you can all testify.  Now Constable Breem, you look like a hungry man who enjoys a good pie.  Come upstairs and l'll find you all a very large piece to satisfy your appetite, and a very nice brandy to settle all your nerves.  Frank your machine is very clever, maybe it will help me in my work.'

Breem thought less of possible crimes and more of possible pies, so they all walked upstairs. 

Wilfred set them up with lunch and beverages in his parlour.  He then went into his long hall and opened his front door.  'Ladies and gentleman.  I have caught the giant mole and I claim the reward.  Thank you'

The crowd, who had tracked the two policemen and Frank overground, wildly cheered Wilfred Bodger, and proclaimed him a hero.