Swiftcurrent Creek blueberries and butterflies

buckthorn was shoulder deep in a ditch and in hot pursuit of a mole that had buried itself beneath the soil. the boy had been digging for nearly three hours by now, and unbeknownst to him, his blind prize had long since trudged away. still, he kicked up dirt and let it fly behind him, not a care in the world for where it landed or who it may land upon. 

the snap of a twig alerted the youth to something lurking in the distance, but what it was he could not tell. slowly he slunk downward until his eyes just barely peeked above the edge of his pit. he thought himself hidden well enough to go undetected, but he'd forgotten about the two comically large solar disks on the top of his head that he called ears. 

they stuck out like the ears of a rabbit in a magician's hat. all someone had to do was walk over and give them a tug.