Jasfoup crouched on all fours and shone a torch up the pipe. It led underneath a large pile of logs, leaves and old straw. Julie stood to one side, her arms crossed and her hands holding her elbows. Her breath steamed in the cold, autumnal air.
Jasfoup looked up at her. "What did you build it for?"
"For hedgehogs to hibernate in," she said. "A lot of them die from cold this time of year."
"They're flea-ridden rodents," said Jasfoup, "but I can see your point. They do eat slugs and snails and so on. I can't see any in there, though."
"There was one, I know," said Julie. "I just want to make sure he's all right."
Jasfoup nodded. "I'm not putting my hand in," he said. "They're vicious little beggars." He looked up at the imp on her shoulder. "Send Wrack."