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Everyone likes a Christmas mystery. Apparently. They say everyone likes Christmas ghost stories, too, but I’ve never really gone for that one. Anyhow, a mystery. Something, it seems, is digging up the pots on Sal’s decking. It’s been going on for weeks, and every few days or so she’ll get up and find a neat pile of freshly turned soil on the wood beside the pot, and another plant gone who knows where.

It was put down to squirrels.

Until the other day, when the hole was dug a little deeper. Again, the same small pile of dirt beside the pot but this time, there, in the bottom of the hole, was a neatly planted mince pie. No teeth marks or signs of squirrel activity at all.

Strange, she thought, as she tidied away the soil, but shrugged and went inside, forgetting to remove the pie.

Then, the next morning, she looked out at the pot only to see that the soil had been neatly covered over. A little investigative digging revealed that the pie was still in place, but now below three inches of earth.

If the pot wasn’t at the back, behind a locked gate and well away from the road, you might assume it was a person, but that seems highly unlikely. So, what is the mystery animal that distributes food around the neighbourhood? The finger of blame is pointing at Father Christmas, perhaps a little too full from a night of eating all the food left out for him, and ferreting away the excess like this to save the neighbours’ feelings.

But I think that’s fairly unlikely, don’t you?

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