'You see them coneys running all over my garden there? Since all them holes appeared in my stone fences, I can't keep the devils out. I've been wanting to gather up some new field stones to patch them up, but haven't found the time yet to do it.

'There's a great big willow down the hill and to the south-east, directly south of Longo Burrow's farm -- you can find many stones o' different sizes down there. Bring me a variety o' them, if you would. Never know what I'll need to patch the fences!

'Hurry along now, or I'll be giving the Writ to the coneys!'