Melody squinted fiercely.
The nerve of him. This wasn't his property. They weren't doing anything wrong, other than perhaps digging on government property without a permit. But that certainly wasn't his concern.
Or was it? Melody became lost in thought. Was it possible that Mr. Rogers was an ex-CIA agent always on the prowl for wrongdoers and ne’er-do-wells. Maybe he even broadcast this information nightly over his CB radio. Melody looked up at the great antennae which rose up from the back of the man's house like a parapet. No matter his affiliation, Melody decided, no good could come of arguing with the man. He didn't seem like someone who would ever listen to reason.