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Hmm. Bridget listened, but she couldn’t hear whoever it was any longer. They must have taken off. It didn’t occur to her to notice that she hadn’t exactly heard that either. With a small shrug she continued to nose around the nearby trees.

Jackpot! Ginger! Bridget grinned and began digging at the roots, hoping to pull up the entire plant. She wasn’t much of a gardener, but some plants she could just leave to their own devices and they’d stick around. If she was luck, she’d have enough fresh to keep her through the summer and still dry once autumn came. Set to digging, there was no way she would notice his approach so long as he remained silent.