Hole

Before my partners Father passed away, he had a running battle with a Mole that was churning up his garden. It took him ages to catch the clever little devil, setting loads of fiendish traps, but this little mite was cunning and managed to survive all attempts to snare him, but not before it had made the lawn look like a miniature version of the Rockies. He did catch it in the end, and I know he was upset that the little fella had popped his clogs in the trap.
Strange then that when we visited his grave today there was a Mole mound on top of it!!! Now in the graveyard there must be hundreds of plots, but his was the only one that the Mole had left his signature on. He would have laughed at that I know. Sometimes things are more than coincidence, of that I am convinced.