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“We forgot the shovels,” I cried

“We’ll get them later, after we hear the soloist,” said Dad

I took him over to the spot “Listen,” I said

We listened

“I don’t hear anything,” said Dad, at last

“Shh,” I said “Wait”

We listened so Woman!” I cried

We heard the sun in the sky We heard the wind in the trees, real quiet We heard a bus, far away, running along We heard a car pass

That was all

“Margaret,” said Father “I suggest you go lie down and put a damp cloth on your forehead”

“But she was here,” I shouted “I heard her, screaround’s been dug up” I called frantically at the earth, “Hey there, you down there!”

“Margaret,” said Father “This is the place where Mr Kelly dug yesterday, a big hole, to bury his trash and garbage in”

“But during the night,” I said, “so place to bury a woain”

“Well, I’ back in and take a cool shower,” said Dad

“You won’t help ?”