The old mole sat down on his butt as a youngling of his kin approached, "G-Great elder are you alright?"
"Hey, am I still a sacred beast?" asked the old mole as a tinge of sadness appeared on the corner of his eyes.
(Oh no! He is having an existential crisis!) thought the youngling as he acted agitatedly.
"What is the meaning of living in this world, I'm just an ordinary old mole,"
The old mole sat down as his life flashed him by. The memories in his mind played as he fell into depression.
"You are still the sacred beast of this forest, the strongest of our kin!"
The youngling's shout managed to get inside his weary ears as the old mole opened his eyes. "That's right I'm still the sacred beast, the protector of this forest!"
*swoosh
The sound of branches fluttering was heard as the leaves left their home. One could only manage to see the golden silhouette skipping from a branch to another.
*flutter
