Malcolm the Mole traversed the earth effortlessly, a subterranean world all of its own. Today he was moving house, digging tunnels towards a new home to play in. A singing caressed his ears, a hum of heaven, sweet music for his soul. On he ploughed, as the music grew stronger.

A light ahead enveloped him, a quartz crystal shining with an inner glow. Malcolm stopped, as he soaked up the energy.

Gemstone Glade was quiet as the molehills appeared. There was a quiet humour in the air. Treasure was being unearthed, golden coins the cream on the top of each molehill.

The millionaire mole threw away his new found wealth so easily. The next visitors to Gemstone Glade would be very lucky indeed.

And still the mole burrowed underground, as if it could never stop.

A unicorn entered the glade, resting its horn on a molehill. The mole felt the healing energy straight away, as it burrowed further, unstoppable in its quest to build the best molehill ever. The molehills were here to stay, for a while at least, as coins shone in the sun.