Tom, Dick or Harry?

The anti aircraft light swept the yard, searching for incursions from the vermin fox clan on the bonsai mountain. Its been quiet here, too quiet, the poultry are secured in Stalag 14 and The Goose House and for a while we have prevented free dinners to vermin occurring. The light picked out something strange in the Corral OK. A previously unseen shadow was on the ground. Inert. Investigations could wait until morning. Rock HQ slept peacefully.

Morning revealed the cause. Not something trying to get in, but something trying to get out. An escape tunnel, not sure which, Tom, Dick or Harry, but the routine patrol by William put paid to the monumental effort of Sybil the oldest of our rabbits' escape bid. Not having a TV to watch, or books to read, she has passed her time with subterranean excursions, digging under the door, out some two feet, about one foot below the surface where for some reason she turned right, almost parallel to the bunny house, going down another foot and excavating an enormous cavern. The grand design behind all this effort remains a mystery and Williams heavy footwork collapsed the long eared rodents endeavors.

Sybil is now in solitary with a wooden floor. If she thinks the sound of her baseball bouncing off the walls of her hutch is going to prompt an early release she is mistaken. Meanwhile the Beagles, trained to locate unexploded ordnance and booby traps are carefully working through the tunnels. We hope to have the Corral OK returned to normal by first light.