Gemotions

The jackhammer was a particularly delightful touch. From her kitchen window, Emily observed the dust cloud billowing over the property line. She felt a small, almost triumphant smile tug at her lips. This was just the beginning.

She knew Mr. Peterson was meticulous about his garden. His prize-winning tomatoes were the bane of her existence. So, that evening, after dark, she carefully, quietly, crept over to the border.

The next morning, Mr. Peterson was going to have a surprise. She had spent the night before carefully and strategically positioning several extremely fragrant bags of fertilizer directly in front of his precious plants.

She watched, content, as Mr. Peterson discovered it.