It started with a hole. Then another. Then ten. Every morning for a week, Pete stepped outside and found fresh dirt mounds scattered across his vegetable patch.
He cursed the mole behind it. But something felt… off. The holes weren’t random. They were clustered around one spot, right near the edge of the garden.
And strangely, the mole kept returning. Not at night, but during the day. Just long enough to be seen, and then vanish.