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When 74-year-old Margaret returned from visiting her sister, she was

devastated to find her beloved pond — the one her grandfather dug and

her grandkids adored — filled in. The culprit? Her grumpy neighbor,

Brian, who always complained about frogs and mosquitoes,

But Margaret wasn’t just a sweet old lady — she was fierce. With the help

of her bird camera footage, she caught Brian red-handed and called the

environmental agency, reporting the destruction of a protected habitat.

Brian was slapped with a massive fine, then hit with a lawsuit thanks to Margaret’s hotshot lawyer grandson.

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