"Ow! It hurts!" cried Mole.
He was rolling in the snow, holding his leg.
"Poor Mole," said Rat kindly.
"Let me look."
Mole sat still, and Rat bent down.
"Well, you really hurt yourself," said Rat.
"I tripped over a stump," cried Mole.
"But it's a clean cut," said Rat.
"It looks like you hit something sharp, like metal."
"It hurts!" cried Mole.
Rat tied up Mole's cut with his handkerchief.
"Hmm, metal," said Rat. "I wonder."
Rat started scratching in the snow.
"What are you doing?" asked Mole.
Rat didn't answer, but he dug harder.
"Hey!" cried Mole.
"What's going on?"
Suddenly Rat stood.
He held something in his hand.
"What did you find, Ratty?" asked Mole.
"Come and see!" said Rat.
Mole walked over to have a look.
"It looks like a broken door knocker," said Mole.
"What does that tell you?" asked Rat.
"Uh, nothing," said Mole.
"Oh, stop standing there!" cried Rat. "Dig!"
Rat clawed at the snow.
White flakes flew all around him.
"Why are you so excited?" asked Mole.
Rat just kept digging, so Mole dug too.
"I don't know what we're digging for," said Mole.
"It was just an old door knocker."
Suddenly Rat stopped.
"Look at this!" he shouted.
Mole looked. There was something under the snow.