Under cover of darkness the two made their way, darting from
shadow to shadow, stopping near a shrub at the edge of the lawn to access their
surroundings. They crouched, noses
quivering, long ears rotating, straining to catch the least scent or sound of
danger. An owl hooted.
“I’m telling you, there isn’t anyone home.” A voice sounded from nearby.
“Humph, that’s what you said at the last place. I still have scars from the dude’s shotgun.”
An owl hooted and the two bunnies darted across the
lawn. The startled thieves stopped their
advance as the porch light came on.
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