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Stage a major scene: someone comes in and offers 40 for the groundhog. You firmly say 'no less than 60' and you banter a while.
THEN, out of nowhere, start screaming and frothing at the mouth. Go outside and pick up the groundhog and start trying to rip it to shreds, beat it against the nearest car, screaming and ranting the whole time, wave it in stranger's faces repeating 'what is this worth what is this worth what is this worth" like some groundhog-oriented Dan Rather mugger.
It'd be a great exit, you must admit.
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