Impossamole

Monty lay back on his sun lounger and contemplated his situation. His
previous adventures had financed these last few years of utter bliss.
He had everything that a mole could want. His own island in the sun,
more money than a mole could ever spend - paradise! Listening to the
clear blue sea lapping at his furry feet, he surveyed his surrondings
and saw nothing but unspoiled beauty. In the last few days, thoughts
had appeared in his mind - he somehow missed the days of his
adventuring.