With his tail as a marker for his position under all this snow, Dante was busily digging at the base of the mountain.
After some time he made an appearance on the other side and heaved a big sigh.
"I herd dey make mountains outta molehills, so I wuz lookin' fur moles" said he.
And after all that he actually scared one up, rousing it from a peaceful sleep.
"Holy moley!" was the only thing it was heard to say.
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