there was a family of moles-
Mum, dad and little mole jnr. They were digging their way home after a hard day's mole-ing, all hunched up in a tunnel. Dad at the front, digging hard, mum close behind, and at the back was jnr. Suddenly jnr says "mummy, I can smell treacle!"
Mum tells Dad - " eerm, Junior says he can smell treacle"
Dad ignores her.
Jnr is a precocious mole doesn't like being ignored. "Mummy, I really really can smell treacle"
Mum- "jnr is very insistent that he can smell treacle".
This time dad stops digging and turns to jnr "son, you're a big mole these days, nearly grown up. You can dig well, you can hunt for food, but I can't believe you haven't learnt to tell the difference between treacle and molasses...
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