As the bell tolled midnight they crept into the cemetery. It didn’t take long to find what they were looking for. They went to work immediately, scraping back the turf on top of the freshly dug grave and then digging down into the loose soil. The excitement rose as juicy worms and bugs wriggled towards them.
Early next morning, Widow Watkins’ heart skipped a beat as she surveyed the scene of devastation at her late husband’s grave.
“Grave robbers!” she tearfully complained to the caretaker.
“Badgers!” he replied with resignation.