Later that night Rose crept out the back door to watch for the strawberry thief. She waited, and waited, and waited some more. And before she knew it, the moon was high in the midnight blue sky and she was half asleep in a bush near the patch. But suddenly, the quiet night was interrupted by the sounds of a strange mixture of clicking and squawking. Rose's eye opened and she spied the night sky. But nothing was there. So, with the small flashlight she had brought from the house, she flashed the sharp light around the fast land of green and red. But still, she saw nothing.