Isolde looked over at Mary’s shed and its shiny lock. “Do you have a theft problem in this neighborhood?”

Mary walked over to her pumpkin patch, responding, “Not particularly. Why?”

“Well, both your and Ela’s sheds are locked. Seems an odd thing to lock up.” Isolde wandered closer to the shed, Ambrose following.

Trying to look in the side window, Ambrose fell a step back, “Whoof! Whatta smell! I think there might be something wrong with your compost. These bees are going nuts, too.”