“There is goes again,” Katie said, stepping onto the back porch.
“Maybe there’s a fault in the motion sensor,” Troy said. “I’ll check it in the morning.”
“No, I’m pretty sure I saw something move myself this time,” Katie said squinting into the moonlit night.
“Yeah, but there doesn’t seem to be anything there now,” he said in a comforting tone. “Anyway, it’s probably just a fox or something.”
“I suppose so,” she said stepping back inside and throwing the latch on the French doors.
At the edge of the hedge row the Green Man held his breath. After a moment he stepped from the backdrop to which he had blended in and leaned over the hedge to address a cowering hirsute figure.
“Woodwose, I thought I told you to be careful,” the leaf covered man scolded.
“Sorry. I must have set it off when I tried to shoo away a moth. I hate it when they start nibbling.”