They were about ready to give up their search when they entered a particularly hard to reach grassy spot, surrounded on all sides by very thick brush.
"Get off my grass!" came a loud, cross sounding voice from somewhere in the bushes. It startled them.
Caspar started, and Lonnie too, looking around to see from where the voice came. They moved forward to investigate — by which I mean that Caspar floated through and Lonnie hovered above the vegetation.
"Get off my grass you dumb ass ghosts!" came the voice again, louder and grumpier than before, but this time it sounded as if it came in front of them low to the ground.
This post is from September; I'm still catching up. I'm never disappointed for having read the man's ongoing work.
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