Moles by Timmy Reed


                Timmy Reed, more like Timmy Moleman, right? Moles receive a great deal of affection from the city slicker known as Timmy Reed. Is that even his real name? Reading ‘Timmy Reed’ seems ridiculous, almost made up. Whatever alias he chooses he remains a friend of the lovely humble underground dwelling creature, the mole. Few understand the habits of the mole as they live in the shadows of the Earth. Obviously moles love Mother Earth as they burrow deep into her, loving every inch of the glorious Mother Earth. Human exploit the Earth for resources, food, shelter, etc. All moles want to do is dig a couple of holes and look adorable while doing it. 

                Moles saved Timmy Reed’s life. Seeking refuge from the cold and oftentimes hostile city Reed went out to the country. America was built around the countryside, not around cities. Even old American folklore talks of the countryside with great pride. Cities are dirty filthy things. Thomas Jefferson stated “I view great cities as pestilential to the morals, the health, and the liberties of man.” Of course this quote refers to great cities. Timmy Reed is from Baltimore. Baltimore is not a great city despite what its city benches state. 

                Out in the countryside Reed notices a molehill. The molehill exists due to human complications. Where human complications exist there exists an opportunity for nature to thrive. Nature loves a good amount of space to simply run free. By a swing set that never happened due to fate, fate allowed the moles to live. It was almost as if fate granted Reed’s friends another sort of family, one different from the human variety. Animals are beautiful creatures. Wild creatures like the moles make perfect vague approximations of pets. Though moles can never be trained they can simply exist out there finding good ways of making due with precious little. 

                Under Reed’s benevolent rule the moles flourish. The health of the moles leads to the health of Reed’s mind. Yes nature nurtures after it has been nurtured. Worms help the molehills grow. Unfortunately the size of Reed’s heart cannot protect the moles forever. Instead of helping them grow Reed makes the colony grow a little too much. Eventually Reed, the king, must see his small kingdom grow awash in literal water. Watching it go Reed realizes what he did and what they did for him. Through his retreat to nature Reed found himself once again, full, complete, and alone.

Moles by Timmy Reed

                Timmy Reed, more like Timmy Moleman, right? Moles receive a great deal of affection from the city slicker known as Timmy Reed. Is that even his real name? Reading ‘Timmy Reed’ seems ridiculous, almost made up. Whatever alias he chooses he remains a friend of the lovely humble underground dwelling creature, the mole. Few understand the habits of the mole as they live in the shadows of the Earth. Obviously moles love Mother Earth as they burrow deep into her, loving every inch of the glorious Mother Earth. Human exploit the Earth for resources, food, shelter, etc. All moles want to do is dig a couple of holes and look adorable while doing it. 

                Moles saved Timmy Reed’s life. Seeking refuge from the cold and oftentimes hostile city Reed went out to the country. America was built around the countryside, not around cities. Even old American folklore talks of the countryside with great pride. Cities are dirty filthy things. Thomas Jefferson stated “I view great cities as pestilential to the morals, the health, and the liberties of man.” Of course this quote refers to great cities. Timmy Reed is from Baltimore. Baltimore is not a great city despite what its city benches state. 

                Out in the countryside Reed notices a molehill. The molehill exists due to human complications. Where human complications exist there exists an opportunity for nature to thrive. Nature loves a good amount of space to simply run free. By a swing set that never happened due to fate, fate allowed the moles to live. It was almost as if fate granted Reed’s friends another sort of family, one different from the human variety. Animals are beautiful creatures. Wild creatures like the moles make perfect vague approximations of pets. Though moles can never be trained they can simply exist out there finding good ways of making due with precious little. 

                Under Reed’s benevolent rule the moles flourish. The health of the moles leads to the health of Reed’s mind. Yes nature nurtures after it has been nurtured. Worms help the molehills grow. Unfortunately the size of Reed’s heart cannot protect the moles forever. Instead of helping them grow Reed makes the colony grow a little too much. Eventually Reed, the king, must see his small kingdom grow awash in literal water. Watching it go Reed realizes what he did and what they did for him. Through his retreat to nature Reed found himself once again, full, complete, and alone.

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