Up and Down

A little mole lives under a garden.

Every morning, the mole digs up. Up through the dirt, up to the grass, up into the light. The sun is warm above the land.

“Too bright,” says the mole.

So the mole digs down. Down under the grass, down through the dirt, down to the cool, dark home.

The mole is happy. But the mole is hungry.

So the mole digs up again. Up through the dirt, up to a row of plants. Here are worms. Here are little bugs. The mole eats and eats.

“Now I am full,” says the mole.

So the mole digs down. Down through the dirt, down to bed.

Above, the garden is quiet. Below, the mole sleeps.