Daddy mole pops his head out of the mole hole, sniffs the air, and catches a whiff of a farmer nearby having his morning pancakes. “Ooh, it smells like maple syrup!”

Mommy mole wriggles up next to him, and pops her head out of the mole hole. She sniffs the air “Ooh, it does smell like maple syrup!”

Baby mole tries to wriggle up between them, but can’t get his head out. “All I can smell is mole asses”