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Show Inebriate Soon Sized Up Situation and Lent Hand A grave digger was hard at work. As he shoveled each spadeful spade-ful of earth he became more and more absorbed in his thoughts, and before he knew it the grave was so deep he couldn't get out. Came nightfall and the evening chill, his predicament became more and more uncomfortable. He shouted for help and at last attracted at-tracted the attention of a drunk. "Get me out of here," he shouted, "I'm cold." The drunk looked into the grave and finally distinguished the form of the uncomfortable grave digger. "No wonder," he said, kicking a little dirt into the grave, "ya haven't got any dirt on ya." |