“Found you, Grampa.”
Gun in hand, he motions the old man out of the closet.
“Don’t hurt me. Mister. I give you anything you want.”
“How about that money you’ve socked away, Gramps?”
They go outside to a hole in the backyard.
“It’s way in there.”
“I can reach it, Gramps.” He points the gun. “You stand over there.”
He reaches into the hole, immediately screams, and flees, trying to dislodge the creature that has clamped onto his hand.
Talking to the sheriff later, the old man observed, “Pound for pound, there’s no meaner animal on earth than a wolverine.”