Quite sneaky, my Celia is. Clever.

I found what she buried. The little holes she made were obvious, badly covered, one in each corner of my property.

Here's what I dug up: a pair of rusted scissors. A broken file, the kind you use to sharpen a knife. A horseshoe! And the other half of the file.

Where in the world would Celia have gotten a horseshoe?

I took it all away, and threw it out in the neighbour's garbage.

On a whim, I checked my hiking shoes. Full of iron filings, poured under the insoles! Can you believe it?