Mordecai was most displeased. It was tedious enough disposing of a body without the complication of unexpected snowfall. The winds had piled it deeply and unevenly over his dumping site.
He'd no sooner completed his work when the great, snuffling beast of a dog had appeared.
It gamboled about, attempting to engage him in play. When the creature began to dig in the snow near the body, its doom was sealed.
The heavy shovel made short work of the canine annoyance. Mordecai sighed. He was cold and tired and now had one more hole to fill before he could rest.