You might say I know the “hole” story. I am a groundhog, but you can call me Mo. For decades, I kept my ear to the ground — or make that under ground — listening to the fascinating details of people’s lives. One bright sunny morning on Groundhog’s Day more than 20 years ago, I popped my fuzzy head and quivering whiskers out of my burrow into the outside world. Forget that once-a-year winter forecasting. I wanted to tell some tales! Storytelling is a tradition that goes back a fur piece in my family. So I hooked up with a group of master storytellers — the fine folks at MotionMasters. We travel the world together, from the New River Gorge all the way to Africa. My adventures have even been chronicled in a MotionMasters’ storybook: “The Life and Times of Mo the Groundhog.” I predict I’ll see more than my shadow during the years ahead. MotionMasters and I will relish getting our paws on more great stories!
