crunch... crunch... crunch... the shovel bit violently into the dirt.
the pile grew larger.
the hole deeper. the shovel is set aside. a burlap bag is tossed in.
plop... plop... plop... the dirt is tossed back into the hole.
a slight pat on the new mound.
off the figure saunters whistling into the dark.
climbing out of a hidey hole.
rushing to the newest little mound. hands dig furiously in the still soft dirt.
chunks fly out and about. the rough edge of burlap found.
a quick yank.
it free it's mine.
untying the strings from the neck of the bag.
reaching in pulling out the small furry body.
a feeble purr is heard.
ah darn, this one is no good.
its still awake.
feeling stronger the kitten runs off.
sorry no new kitty for Lenore this halloween night...