Two moles dug their way up from beneath the surface of Mr. Dibbles' backyard. He'd had enough of the dirt trails those moles made, so he set up a contraption to snatch them up. When they emerged, a net captured them and hung them in the air. Realizing his contraption had sprung, Mr. Dibbles ran out back to inspect the victims.
The two moles screeched, fumbling around each other and trying to dig their way out. Mr. Dibbles calmly explained to them that they were trapped in a net, and that escape would prove futile. They didn't understand, though, because they were moles. When he finished his explanation, the old man unhooked the net and released the moles into the woods.
The next day, Mr. Dibbles noticed dirt trails again and became infuriated. The moles had returned, and this time with their friends and family. With no time to set up his contraption again, he raced out with a net and began scooping and swiping as fast as he could to try and eliminate the moles. He wasn't quick enough, though, and soon his entire house was surrounded by mole trails.
The ground around the structure began undulating, and soon it was carried away in a sea of dirt, back into the woods. Mr. Dibbles leaped out of the way, and beheld his home being taken away. The moles had claimed his home as their own, and he would not get it back.
The sun was setting by now, and without a roof over his head, Mr. Dibbles did the only sensible thing he could think of. He began digging a hole for himself. He dug a large hole, stepped in, and covered himself back up with the excavated dirt, leaving a small opening for his face. He'd sleep there for the night and think long and hard about his predicament, and the wise lesson he learned that day.
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