There are five little moles. They are all three years old.
They all have a small problem, that is, they like to suck their fingers like babies sucking milk.
Five little moles, always together.
Look, they are playing hide and seek.
They're all sucking their fingers.
The moles go to bed at seven in the evening.
They're still sucking their fingers when they're asleep.
Mom is going to have a baby soon. Don't suck your fingers, or the baby will laugh at you. Mom said.
No, no, the fingers are delicious! The little moles sucked at their fingers without shyness.
How can we lose to the baby? We stop sucking our fingers.
The little moles were noisy in the sky, whistling hard together. Everyone was whistling together. It was very nice.