the miscreants, of course! When I am done with them, they’ll regret that they ever thought of trespassing on my property.”
She pursed her lips in anger and threw the small plane in another series of low dives. I could hear William working with that plastic bag on the back seat.
“Keep your eyes peeled! Maybe we can spot the scoundrels.”
But my stomach also started to protest. My aunt noticed my pale and sweaty brow. “Never mind. They would have heard us and by now they’re probably hiding in an aardvark’s burrow. May fire ants get into their pants. Mudpirates! Rascals! Rancid rogues!”
“Do aardvarks live in burrows, then?” I asked.
“City slicker!” she laughed. “You have a lot to learn.”
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