When Foremole Gynthia entered the great hall, dinner was already underway. A meal of hot celery and mushroom soup had been served and everybeast was either eating or chattering away in excitement about the prospect of the feast that would be held when Skipper returned. At the head table, she spotted Abbot Benjamiah sitting with Brother Terrel at his left and Sister Martha on his right. Her own empty seat was a few chairs over from there, awaiting for her to join the meal.
It is a universally known truth that moles are stout and sensible creatures, not prone to flights of ill-logic or lack of reason, excepting where great heights are involved. Despite the prospect of ending up the target of Sister Martha's ire, the Foremole strode bravely forward confident in the thought that prolonging telling her would only worsen the situation for all parties involved; mole, mouse, and naughty child alike.
That is not to say, however, that she was doing so completely without hesitation. Sister Martha