Blot on the Landscape

Blot was thinking how wonderful it must be to have such a ready supply of food all around you whenever you wanted it. He turned to walk away and suddenly fell flat on his face, he swiftly got to his feet and turned to see who or what had tripped him over, there was no sign of another animal but he had noticed he was covered in dirt and right before him was a mound of dark, soft brown soil “where did that come from?” he said as he moved closer and gave the earthy heap a cautious sniff and hastily backed off still staring at it “I’ve never seen anything like it” he thought. He looked a little closer and was sure the soil was moving “Yes, there it is again” gradually more earth was being thrown into the air; something was coming out of the mound, something that lives under the ground. He felt a little bit scared as he did not know what to expect, first he saw funny-looking large hands almost spade-like then a small pink nose emerged followed by the rest of the animals head “Very peculiar” Blot said to himself. The little head turned around Blot noticed the tiny jet black eyes squinting and straining to see in the bright light of the day, its fur was like velvet, black as coal and looked so soft “Hello” said Blot hesitantly “What’s your name?” “What, oh there you are I couldn’t see you, this sun is so bright anyway, sorry. My name is Montgomery but people call me ‘Monty’