AN: Sorry for the non-eventfulness of this chapter. Couldn't think of any better way to talk about the divining rod. Next chapter will be out a little later when I get home from seeing my grandmother. (:
Walking over to the prairie dog home, she giggled upon seeing them popping in and out of their holes.
"They're pretty cute. Hmm?" Nancy looked over at the planter against the barn and frowned. One of the prairie dogs was digging in the roses. "Hey, shoo!" she scolded, quickly moving to wave it away.
The small animal looked up at her, squeaked, and skittered away. Nancy shook her head before turning her attention back to the roses.
"What was it doing anyway?"
She froze. There was a metal box, half hidden by dirt and leaves, sticking out of the planter.