Some time in my childhood, I went to my Uncle's house. He had a huge backyard compared to what I have living on a golf course home in Arizona. It was green there too, on the "East Coast", they also said they got "Snow".
Being young at the time, the backyard was like a magical wonderland of magicness. Until that fateful moment that would change the course of history forever. A portal opened that would advance human technology past the brink of all technology. No just kidding, I actually tripped and fell.
And then, there was sadness. It was a backyard of evil and it had to die. However my Dad told me not to make a mountain out of a molehill. Not understanding any such thing as an idiom, and wanting to spite him, I went in search of a molehill to hike.
I didn't even know what a molehill was! After much searching, I found a rabbit hole. Then I piled a bunch of sand on it and it looked something like this:
Then a rabbit popped out, probably thinking "WTF Did you just do to my hole?" I continued to attempt to climb this mountainous molehill.
Ok, maybe it wasn't that big. But it was still a rabbit hole covered in sand. And it still ended quite strangely. But that's just a normal day, in a not so normal world.
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