The family of moles had been hibernating all winter. on a sunny spring morning, they woke up. The father mole strenched his head out of the hole and looked around. "Honey!" He called towards the hole. "Come up here! I smell honey, fresh made honey!"
The wife of the Father mole ran up and squeezed in next to him. "That's not honey, that's maple syrup! I smell maple syrup!"
The baby mole, still down in the hole, was sulking. "I can't smell anything down here but molasses...."
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