It was that kind of gentle, quiet rustling that makes you think someone is trying to sneak up on you while you’ve got your head down in the squash plants trying to find those little hidden squashes before they become gigantic baseball bats.
Who was in the garden with me? Raccoons? Surely the raccoons wouldn’t be so bold as to steal my corn while I am standing just a few feet from it. Rabbits? Rabbits wouldn’t dare whisk by on their way to a delicious breakfast featuring cabbage from the …
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