"There were a lot of holes around me," began the young zikwa. This ceremony into adulthood excited Digger, rather than making her nervous. It would be her first real step into society and she could not wait. "A lot!" "I was busy making a hole in the mud! So, I must've been the one to make all the others." She paused for a moment, searching for the words to best describe what she had experienced. "I kept doing it over and over. But they never made me... happy? Yeah, they never made me happy! So I stopped going down-- I wanted to go up!" She clattered her hooves enthusiastically.
"I went up and up and up. And then... I broke through to another side! My digging didn't seem so, mm... pointless! I did it! I got to the other side! And! Oh, I guess that's it." Digger ended her story sheepishly, having been caught up in the adventure in her mind.