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hamburger. Grandma continued. “Being spring and all,
I would have to say that she was creating a home for a
little family in that debris pile. That will work out just
dandily.”

We watched as the skunk ate the last of the food
and then sniffed around the area we had created. We
sat there for the longest time before the skunk scratched
a hole and disappeared into our dug-out area.

“Well,” Grandma said. “We’ll finish up the
fence, and that will be that.”

She put me back to work washing the house while
she hooked up the electric fence charger to the fence we
had created. When she found her electric cord was too
short to reach the outlet, she just strung out what she
had and then raked rocks out of the garden. It was
midafternoon—way past lunch time, and I was
sunburned and my stomach was gurgling like a bull
frog by the time I finished washing the egg off of the
house.

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