One day, in the deep south of the good ole U.S. of A. a long line of moles was ambling from one part of the woods to another. They were assembled in order of seniority, from the old grey grandad mole at the front, through his wife and siblings, and their offspring in order, way back to the little grandson mole 'Monty', at the rear.
Monty is a curious little fellow, and he suddenly and excitedly runs up the queue, to the front, and gushes forth with: "Grampappy, hey, grampappy, I can smell sugar!"
The old grandad just grunted back, "Naw gran's'n, you'n sure cain't smell no sugar - be off to ther backer th' line".
So off toddles Monty to his rightful last place. But then history repeats, and again Monty excitedly runs up the queue, bursting forth to the old grandaddy mole with: "Grampappy, aw shucks grampaw, I surely CAN smell sugar!"
Grandad came back with: "Nope, yeung Monty, you'n can NOT smell no sugar, so go to ther backer th' line erg'in".
So once again Monty toddles back to his rightful last place at the rear.
But that's not the end of it. Monty is more and more frustrated, and several more times, he goes forwards to his increasingly annoyed grandad, to report that smell of sugar.
Each time he is corrected and sent away.
Finally, when Monty dashes forwards and says: "Listen Grampaw, I jess know a c'n smell sugar", his old grandad replies: "Gran's'n Monty you can NOT smell sugar, wh't you c'n smell is mole asses".
Monty is a curious little fellow, and he suddenly and excitedly runs up the queue, to the front, and gushes forth with: "Grampappy, hey, grampappy, I can smell sugar!"
The old grandad just grunted back, "Naw gran's'n, you'n sure cain't smell no sugar - be off to ther backer th' line".
So off toddles Monty to his rightful last place. But then history repeats, and again Monty excitedly runs up the queue, bursting forth to the old grandaddy mole with: "Grampappy, aw shucks grampaw, I surely CAN smell sugar!"
Grandad came back with: "Nope, yeung Monty, you'n can NOT smell no sugar, so go to ther backer th' line erg'in".
So once again Monty toddles back to his rightful last place at the rear.
But that's not the end of it. Monty is more and more frustrated, and several more times, he goes forwards to his increasingly annoyed grandad, to report that smell of sugar.
Each time he is corrected and sent away.
Finally, when Monty dashes forwards and says: "Listen Grampaw, I jess know a c'n smell sugar", his old grandad replies: "Gran's'n Monty you can NOT smell sugar, wh't you c'n smell is mole asses".
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