Mole

I began life as a creature of tunnels and hearths, happiest with a brush in paw and a clean hearthstone. But one spring morning, the call of the River Bank proved too loud to ignore. There I met Rat, who showed me the wonders of the water, and Toad, whose antics nearly gave me a heart palpitation. I’ve braved the Wild Wood, rowed through storms, and even helped reclaim a stolen home. Still, nothing beats the smell of my own little burrow after an adventure. I may be modest, but I’ve learned there’s a quiet courage in simply showing up.