(clockwise: Tucker, Daisy, Margo, George (in pen), Smudge and Silver)
Smudge flinched hard, flattening his years and squeezing his eyes closed.
"You don't have to stand so close to it, you know," Daisy reminded him as she pushed soft, green hay into a sleeping nest. It was to be a warm day and she intended to rest in the sun.
He flinched again. "I know! But I want to make sure she's doing it right. Sophia is watching George and I hardly ever get a break from him."
Silver hopped up. "Margo! That's enough digging. You're getting Smudge filthy!"
Margo called up from the burrow. "I can't see where the dirt is going! I won't stop, by the way. Digging is too much fun!"
Silver looked from Smudge to Daisy. "Well, it's better than picking on Clara," he whispered. "That's all she did yesterday until I put a stop to it. Who is watching George?"
"Sophia," Tucker said as a clod of dirt hit his nose. "Until further notice. Smudge, let's quit this mess and go under the hammock. We can watch from there."