“Would ya look at that?” Bill leaned forward, studying the hole in the middle of his garden. “Ya little rascal.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t mind varmints being around, no sir. So long as ya earn yer keep, all right?”
He glanced toward his mother-in-law dozing under the crabapple tree a dozen feet away. Turning back, he reached out with his mind. “Why don’t ya pay yer respects?”
The groundhog darted out of the hole and ran toward her.
Bill hooted when she screamed. “Yer not as good as a snake, but ya’ll do. Ya’ll do fine.”