ause they
could see so far, while he (poor old fellow!) couldn't even see the end
of his own nose, though goodness knows it was long enough! Since Henry
Hawk could sit in a great elm far up the road and see him the moment he
stuck his head out of the ground, while Grandfather Mole couldn't even
see the tree, it was not surprising that Grandfather Mole preferred to
stay below while Henry Hawk was awake and on watch.

Down in his galleries and chambers where it was dark as a pocket
Grandfather Mole enjoyed himself thoroughly. It was lucky he was fond of
worms and grubs. If he hadn't been it would be hard to say what he could
have found to eat--unless it was dirt. There was plenty of that where he
spent his time. But luckily he didn't have to eat it. He did enjoy
digging in it, however. So it is easy to see that the way he lived
suited him perfectly.

Not every one, of course, would have felt as Grandfather Mole did about
angleworms, and grubs and dirt, or dampness, or the dark. Many of his
bird neighbors, for instance, liked the same things to eat that he did.
But most of them--except such odd ones as Solomon Owl, and Mr.
Nighthawk, and Willie Whip-poor-will--loved the bright sunshine.

Spending a summer in Pleasant Valley was a small gentleman of the well
known Warbler family, who had so great a liking for worms that he was
known as the Worm-eating Warbler. This tiny person spent little or none
of his time in the tree-tops, but chose to stay near the ground. And
more than once he had seen Grandfather Mole in Farmer Green's garden. He
had heard somehow of Grandfather Mole's tastes and habits. And he was
inclined to believe that it was Grandfather Mole that was to blame for
the scarcity of worms in the neighborhood. It must be confessed that he
felt none too kindly towards Grandfather Mole. He thought that it would
be a good thing if somebody could persuade that odd, old chap to stay on
top of the ground, instead of lurking most of the time down below where
he could catch the worms right where they lived.

And one day the Worm-eating Warbler spoke to Grandfather Mole when he
happened to see him come out of a hole.

"Why don't you live up here where you can get plenty of fresh air and
sunshine?" he asked. "Don't you know they'd be good for your health?"

Grandfather Mole turned his head toward the speaker. That was as near as
he could come to staring at him, since he couldn't see him. Grandfather
Mole did not like the