“Let’s go get Grandpa,” Burt said. “He knows everything!” The two boys ran back to the clearing where their grandfather was sitting on a bench waiting for them.
Nearly out of breath, they ran up to him. “Grandpa, you’ve got to come see what we found,” Ernie said. They each grabbed a hand and led him back to what had gotten them so excited.
“Ernie says that it’s man-made,” Burt said, “but I think it’s natural. Who’s right?”
The old man examined the large hole in the rock formation. “Neither of you,” he said. “This was made by the mole people.”
“The what?” said Ernie.
“Who are the mole people?” Burt asked.
Their grandfather smiled. “The mole people inhabited the earth long before humans existed,” he said. “They came from the very depths of the earth and, after many millennia, managed to dig and claw their way to the earth’s surface.”
“Wow,” both boys said in unison.
“But the brightness of the sun was too much for their very large and very sensitive eyes, so they carved out caves all across the landscape,” he continued. “They lived in these caves and rarely came out except at night, which is when they scavenged for food. They also created tunnels like this one so that they could more easily get from one place to another.”
“What happened to the mole people, Grandpa?” Ernie asked.
“Humans came along and quite a few of them became plastic surgeons.”
“I don’t get it, Grandpa,” Burt said. “What do plastic surgeons have to do with what happened to the mole people?”
Grandpa laughed. “The plastic surgeons removed all their moles.”
Burt groaned. Ernie said, “That’s not funny, Grandpa.”
Written for this week’s Thursday #writephoto prompt from Sue Vincent.