Once upon a time, there was a small mole that was sheltered under a plant, which was located in a beautiful little oasis in the desert. It was a scary little mole, trying to survive the hot climate of the place and the attacks of ferocious animals, wanting nothing more than to save the skin and find a few drops of water and a little food. At one point, the mole’s rest was interrupted by a whisper. The mole woke up and saw, a few steps from him, a majestic, gigantic lion, which was next to the oasis looking for a bit of freshness. The mole felt lost. The lion could have reached him in a single leap, it would have opened its gigantic jaws and for him it would have been the end. He stood very still, under the leaves, not even having the courage to breathe. His little heart was beating so hard that, from a short distance away, it could have been heard.
That was the worst quarter of an hour of his life; he felt powerless, helpless, and trembling. Later, the lion got up and went to him: it was the end. He closed his eyes and waited. But the lion, after getting up, gave a huge yawn (including a roar) and walked away. Lucky! The mole, which had been stunned, saw it move away on the horizon. After another good quarter of an hour, he managed to recover from the shock and did two or three runs of joy. Then he went to find the old hare, who was his friend. When he finally found her, he said: he went to look for the old hare, who was his friend. When he finally found her, he said: he went to look for the old hare, who was his friend. When he finally found her, he said:
“Hello, scared hare. Starting today, you can brag about being my friend and talking to me. Today, I have befriended a lion. We have been very close for a while and we have been very good. It is a kind animal, very intelligent and cultured: we have discovered that we have many things in common and many similar tastes ”. The hare was so shocked that a lot of tears began to come out of his big eyes: “I am really proud of you,” she said to the mole. “And I thank you for continuing to trust me, even though you now have such a powerful and prestigious friend.”
The little mole accepted, strutting, all those compliments and then, not happy, said: “It’s true: a guy like me, with such high-level friendships, doesn’t usually have relationships with humble people. But I am a superior being and I will continue talking to you ”. The hare, confused and shocked, thanked him. Poor hare: he was one of those who believed himself to be bluffing, like this boastful mole!