"Adele keeps up walking, her head down,
unhappily draging her heavy shell.
In front of her, suddenly appears a muzzle,
a pointed, pink and moustached one:
it is that of miss mole.
- Hello, where is your home? asks Adele.
- Underground, far from sun and far from noise,
I live a great palace made of huge galleries,
the mole answers before disappearing.
- How lucky they all are! sighs
Adele, discouraged."

Difficulty : ***

Tested, logical.
Don't require any specific method.
Good blackenage.