My Space

 I was digging hard since the harsh winter had solidified the soil and made it all dry and parched.

Just then I heard a low noise, "hey."

I looked around but did not find any activity about me, thus continued with zeal.

"hey! you hear me."

Stunned I took back a few steps as I brushed off the excess dirt from my claws.

"What do you want?" I glared at the caterpillar.

"Dig with caution since this is my space. Do not invade my privacy," he sneered at me.

Taken aback with the harsh truth. I nodded in compliance.


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