Lord Mole-de-Morte

Scene: Hercules, having just regurgitated his fresh meal upon the back of the settee, now sits down the garden chewing the long grass. Lord Millhouse washes thoughtfully nearby..
Lord Millhouse: Oh, Sir Hercules, why 'tis dost thou chew upon the grasses so? Is it wizardry, I'd like to know! For as I sit and wash'n lick, I think this be what makes thee sick?
Sir Hercules (with wisdom in his eye): I seek the grasses with good reason; For they are best in summer season. A goodly blade stirs up the bile; and pretty soon out shoots a pile. Alack! That it was o'er the settee; For now old Two-Legs will blame me.
Lord Millhouse: But why, o'wise one, wouldst thou sick thy dinner; only to be blamed and labelled sinner?
Sir Hercules: A secret 'tis why it is done; and is not privy to the human ones. You see, my friend, no sooner one is rid of dinner, one can plead for more; And yet stay thinner!
Lord Millhouse: Pooh! To that idea my friend. Methinks you must be round the bend. In the land of Bulimia they once did that; they called it the land of the skinny cat! See how I have a nice round tummy; 'Tis 'cause my food's so scrummy yummy!
Suddenly, Lord Millhouse suppresses a yawn as he spies some movement in the lawn.
Lord Millhouse: But wait! Here's my underworld chum, Lord Mole-de-Morte; He does often come. Tho' he maketh soil rise and fall, yet's never seen by me at all! How, I wonder dost he that; avoiding paw of pussy cat!
Sir Hercules: Ay, 'tis a wonder old Mole-de-Morte; He digs below our very thoughts. He moves in such mysterious ways, and in the dark lives out the days. They say he must come up for air; but know not I of when or where. Perhaps from Burnham Wood he wriggles, and seeks Dunsinane..ha ha!(Herk giggles!)
Lord Millhouse: Oh now, Cruel Sir! Enough of that! For I'm no fool of a pussy cat!
Mole-de-Morte tunnels off to their dismay, no doubt, we'll not see him today.


Herky