It seems that the battle lines have been drawn here at The Compound between The 'Rents and the groundhogs. Just the other day, Mom discovered a huge groundhog that was standing his ground by the back porch door. I don't even need to tell you that it's game on, Homes. The shotgun is on standby and ready to be activated at a moment's notice.
For the past fifteen years, we've been plagued by groundhogs at The Compound. It's as if they appeared overnight. But thanks to the diligence and marksmanship of Dad, he's been able to keep them thinned out, if you know what I mean. But I will not stand for a groundhog attempting to get into my house. He's done crossed the line, and now he will have to pay the price.
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