"A Jackalope?" Maurice squinted as Dipper pulled himself up and dirt fell down onto his face. "Sure! There's one at the bar back home. Ernie said he made it himself."

Now it was Maurice's turn. He squatted down and gave a mighty leap--missed the edge of the hole. He tried again, this time managing to grab hold of some stray roots that they'd dug loose. They popped and creaked as the man heaved himself topside.

"But I don't think you're gonna find any out here..."