Scoundrels and Miscreants I Have Known.
He sat outside under the pine tree, occasionally venturing out onto the open lawn to feast on wild strawberries.
I saw him. So sweet and innocent. His brothers were not as bold and stayed within a hop of the brushes. I shall call him Peter I thought.
Each morning he would venture a little further as the strawberries close to the tree had been eaten. Robins and yellow finches would join him in his feast without a bother.
The sun had warmed the ground up enough to plant my garden. Yummy carrots, sweet green beans and spicy radishes would soon be on my table.
Faithfully I tended my garden each day. Making sure the ground surrounding the soon to be treasures was not too hard and quickly whisking away any hint of a weed. My watering can which contained the purest rainwater was always nearby to be sure the ground was just moist enough.
That 80 degree day with full sun coaxed the long awaited from the black earth. They pushed their little heads up and opened fully their first leaves.
Heaven awaited I thought. Time to nuture them with all the added goodness from the Miracle Grow box. I ran to the shed with my watering can full of rainwater to mix the potion returning with a creation that was just the right shade of blue green.
Then I stopped. My treasures were gone. All that was left was a tiny stubble of green where once was leaves reaching out to the sun.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bit of white bouncing across the lawn.
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