It can tell you you're no good— that it's all hopeless.

But I've discovered this: you are loved and important.

And you bring to this world things that no one else can.

So hold on.

Hello? - Hello.

What are you doing here?

I'm... lost.

Is this better?

Oh dear.

If I wasn't caught in that snare, I'd kill you.

If you stay in that snare, you'll die.

You did so well.

One of our greatest freedoms is how we react to things.

Isn't it odd?

We can only see our outsides, but nearly everything happens on the inside.

Imagine how we'd be if we were less afraid.

Most of the old moles I know wish they'd listened less to their fears and more to their dreams.

What do you dream about?

When the big things feel out of control, focus on what you love. But you needn't know it.

Are you okay?

Are you lost?

Oh, the fox is back. Do you think he's coming with us?

Oh, I do hope so.

Maybe he's lost too.

Well, I think everyone feels a bit lost sometimes.

You fell. But I've got you.

Sorry. It's my fault. I let it go.

Oh, God. Sorry.

Life is difficult. But you are loved.

What's the bravest thing you've ever said?

Hope.

This dawn will pass.

Home isn't always a home, is it?

That's why we're here, isn't it?

To love and be loved.