It was deep all right, round and wide as Stumpy had been. It sloped sharply under the bamboo patch, its bottom stained with blood and tufts of Pips’ fur. I tried to recreate events. A sinkhole opens up, Stumpy gets pulled underground, Pips comes over to investigate and in a few seconds he too gets sucked down into the depths. I shone the light again. That hole went seriously down – in fact it wasn’t just a hole, it was a tunnel. How far did it go?
Watching me from the fence, Rocky whimpered with excitement. He was obviously thinking that he was in the wrong place -all the action was over in my yard.
At the farthest flicker of the flashlight, I saw movement. Something glistened across the tunnel, and then vanished to the left. So there was a cross-tunnel, and down there, something was dig
