An old fisherman makes camp up in the north country near a blue-green lake, and in the morning he starts to make breakfast.
As he’s cooking, a little family of moles living in a mole-hill nearby begin to smell what the old fisherman’s cooking.
The mother mole says,
“Hey! Old Fisherman’s cooking, and it smells like bacon!”
The father mole sniffs the air and says,
“No no I smell pancakes, butter and maple syrup!”
The teenager mole says,
“You’re both wrong! He’s making eggs!”
And the littlest mole says,
“I don’t know what you’re all talking about, all I smell is mole-bum”.