As Bergins lapped up the well water, an odd rustle would have drawn his attention to the pathetic garden his burdens were trying to establish.  After a moment or two of sniffing the wind, he would see a couple of the immature stalks bend slightly as something seemingly almost as big as a cat began stealthily working its way through part of the garden.  Whatever it was, it smelled horribly of dank vermin and it was surprisingly brazen to venture so far into such a proud cat's territory.  With his senses so sharp, he could even hear the unseen intruder muttering to itself over and over obsessively about "the Shinies."