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None of them were looking forward to the task ahead. First, Lori distributed the shovels; one to each person. The shovels were heavy, long-handled brutes that promised to feel like iron weights before the work was half over. Next, Lori paced out the area of the excavation.

“This hole we’re going to dig,” said Lori. “Will be almost three meters deep by the time we’re through.”

Pascal, with a grim but determined expression, was the first to thrust his shovel into the ground. There was an ominous scraping sound, as the blade of his shovel struck, what was obviously a sizeable rock.

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Pascal groaned.” You didn’t tell us we’d be digging out a gravel pit.”

“Pascal, you’ve hardly started and you’re already complaining,” said Lori.

She had a smile on her face, but everyone knew the criticism was real. The backbreaking work began. As Pascal had predicted, the dirt was more gravel than earth. Every shovelful was painful. Often they had to pause and work together to heave an enormous boulder, out of the slowly deepening hole. It wasn’t long before they all had blisters. No doubt there would be blood on the handles by the end of the day. Andy was the first to break. He flung his shovel down and drove the toe of his boot into the stony ground.

“If you think I’m going to for this stupid idea, you’re out of your mind,” argued Andy.

Lori very carefully leaned her own shovel against the side of the pit and walked over to where Andy was standing in sullen defiance. She stood toe to toe with him.

“If we’re going to be safe, we need this trench, Andy. We all agreed about that. “Everyone had stopped working now. “I’ll make you a deal, Andy,” Lori continued. “You can stop working any time. But if you stop, you’re on your own.”

Andy didn’t know what to say. Neither did anyone else. It was Selina who broke the tension. She started digging again, but she improvised a harsh work song to the rhythm of her shovel.

“See the sun shining up in the sky? If we don’t get digging we’re all going to die, if we did together the work will get done. Then we’ll be laughing’ at the afternoon sun,” Sang Selina.

No on else picked up her song, but they all started digging again. Andy included

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“I don’t like the sound of that,” Pascal groaned.” You didn’t tell us we’d be digging out a gravel pit.”

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“If you think I’m going to for this stupid idea, you’re out of your mind,” argued Andy.

Lori very carefully leaned her own shovel against the side of the pit and walked over to where Andy was standing in sullen defiance. She stood toe to toe with him.

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Andy didn’t know what to say. Neither did anyone else. It was Selina who broke the tension. She started digging again, but she improvised a harsh work song to the rhythm of her shovel.

“See the sun shining up in the sky? If we don’t get digging we’re all going to die, if we did<~~dig? together the work will get done. Then we’ll be laughing’<~~delete apostrophe at the afternoon sun,” Sang Selina.

No on else picked up her song, but they all started digging again, including Andy.

None of them was looking forward to the task ahead. First, Lori distributed the shovels, one to each person. The shovels were heavy, long-handled brutes that promised to feel like iron weights before the work was half over. Next, Lori paced out the area of the excavation.

“This hole we’re going to dig,” said Lori, “will be almost three meters deep by the time we’re through.”

Pascal, with a grim but determined expression, was the first to thrust his shovel into the ground. There was an ominous scraping sound as the blade of his shovel struck what was obviously a sizeable rock.

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Pascal groaned. “You didn’t tell us we’d be digging out a gravel pit.”

“Pascal, you’ve hardly started and you’re already complaining,” said Lori.

She had a smile on her face, but everyone knew the criticism was real. The backbreaking work began. As Pascal had predicted, the dirt was more gravel than earth. Every shovelful was painful. Often they had to pause and work together to heave an enormous boulder out of the slowly deepening hole. It wasn’t long before they all had blisters. No doubt there would be blood on the handles by the end of the day. Andy was the first to break. He flung his shovel down and drove the toe of his boot into the stony ground.

“If you think I’m going to for this stupid idea, you’re out of your mind,” argued Andy.

Lori very carefully leaned her own shovel against the side of the pit and walked over to where Andy was standing in sullen defiance. She stood toe to toe with him.

“If we’re going to be safe, we need this trench, Andy. We all agreed about that. Everyone had stopped working now. “I’ll make you a deal, Andy,” Lori continued. “You can stop working any time. But if you stop, you’re on your own.”

Andy didn’t know what to say. Neither did anyone else. It was Selina who broke the tension. She started digging again, but she improvised a harsh work song to the rhythm of her shovel.

“See the sun shining up in the sky? If we don’t get digging we’re all going to die, if we dig together the work will get done. Then we’ll be laughing at the afternoon sun,” Sang Selina.

No one else picked up her song, but they all started digging again, including Andy.