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对于邻居家后院小工作棚的命运，我有一份特别的关心。原因无他，就是为了那一群眼睛红红、耳朵尖尖的小家伙。 I was doing a crossword puzzle, enjoying my morning cup of jasmine tea, and planning my day in a lazy, peaceful sort of way when I heard the first whack of the hammer.[2] It was quickly followed by the screech of nails being pried out of wood.[3] I suspected and dreaded the cause; my neighbor had been talking for years about taking down his backyard shed[4]. Not that it wasn’t warranted[5]. The boards were warped and weathered, the door misaligned, and the floor was losing its ability to hold up the increasingly unstable structure.[6] The shed had been put up two decades ago to house my neighbor’s lawn-and-garden equipment. But he has since hired a lawn service and doesn’t need that stuff anymore. Sure enough, when I looked out the kitchen window, there was a workman yanking boards off one by one, revealing the forlorn skeleton of the shed.[7] “Oh, no,” I said aloud, as if my neighbor could hear me. “Don’t do it.” My concern wasn’t for the shed but for the inhabitants of its “cellar[8].” My neighbor’s backyard slopes, so when the shed was constructed, in order for the floor to be level, it had to be raised slightly in the back.[9] And under that elevated section lived an assortment of creatures—chipmunks, an occasional groundhog, but most notably the bunnies.[10] | 
