As the beam from Nathaniel’s 6D Mag-Lite raked over a pyramid of culverts, a shadow darted inside one of them. “Raccoons.” Continuing onward, he whistled House of the Rising Sun.
Passing close by the culverts, he reached into his pocket, grabbed a bag of salted peanuts and tossed a few in front of the opening nearest him. Soon, a pair of eyes glowed inside the tube. “You love peanuts,” he said, “don’t ya?”
As two little hands reached out, grabbing the nearest peanut, another pair of eyes opened, and another, until hundreds of green eyed shadows stared back at him.