Now, Newton was an intelligent animal with a cool head in an emergency and after a few moments consideration, he concluded that what these people and nasty yellow monster were up to had something to do with sanitary waste disposal. Priding himself on his appreciation of the finer things in life, Newton knew that one wants a light and loamy soil that is absorbent and drains well when one is choosing a spot to do one’s business. The grinding, grunting, and howling from the digging monster and the baleful looks on the faces of the people suggested to Newton that this soil was a disappointment. Still, they continued to excavate holes all over the meadow, pour water into them, and waiting hopefully.
Suddenly, realization flooded Newton’s quivering self. These people must be planning to live here and all this digging and fuss was to ascertain soil receptivity to long term waste absorption. They were going to appropriate his sanctuary! Appalling repercussions surged to mind; first they would demolish the sumptuous mouse habitation so beautifully cultivated over decades by Elmer Snow. Then they would probably refenestrate the wonderful bird snares with which most of the rooms were now provided. But worst of all, they would, no doubt, with rock and mortar, seal up the foundation of the house, Newton’s entrance to his domain.