Guys, are you listening? When I fought those kids, I said some things I shouldn't have, and I have a confession to make. I'm not really the third strongest among us. I'm actually the fourth strongest, but third sounds so much more intimidating, you know? I mean, who'd be afraid of the fourth strongest mole? Nobody, that's who. I guess I just thought that if they thought I was third, they might be scared, cautious, maybe, and I could use that to my advantage. Now, though, I realize that it was wrong to lie about my position among the Guardian Diggers, and I am really, truly sorry.

It was Halloween, just like any other normal Halloween, and I was going door to door, collecting candy. I stopped to think, that day, though, why do they call it trick-or-treating if you only get treats? Smiling, I stuffed some snakes into my bag(harmless garden snakes, of course, wouldn’t hurt a fly), and rang the next doorbell. As soon as the door opened, I swung the bag forward, shouting, “Trick!” as the old woman screamed.