In the tradition of Wind in the Willows and Green Ember comes an enchanting tale about Mr. Mole.
Mole did not set out to find adventure, it found him most inconveniently while he was smoking his pipe by the fire. Which is exactly what any self-respecting mole ought to do on a cold winter night.
When he set out for Rabbit's house, he had no idea it was the beginning of an unforgettable story. He certainly did not expect to get lost. Nor did he expect to face Midnight, the bloodthirsty dog. But that's how most good stories begin. Unexpectedly.
