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Dippy reic There was a Hindu with no clothes on who crept down in a grave and slept there sixty days, not eating anything, no um or candy, no air, for sixty days” His face fell “Say, wouldn’t it be awful if it was only a radio buried here and us working so hard?”

“A radio’s nice, it’d be all ours”

Just then a shadow fell across us

“Hey, you kids, what you think you’re doing?”

We turned It was Mr Kelly, the man ned the empty lot “Oh, hello, Mr Kelly,” we said

“Tell you what I want you to do,” said Mr Kelly “I want you to take those shovels and take that soil and shovel it right back in that hole you been digging That’s what I want you to do”

My heart started beating fast again I wanted to scream myself

“But Mr Kelly, there’s a Screa Woman and”

“I’”

“Listen!” I cried

The scream

Mr Kelly listened and shook his head “Don’t hear nothing Go on now, fill it up and get hoive you my foot!”

We filled the hole all back in again And all the while we filled it in, Mr Kelly stood there, arms folded, and the woman screamed, but Mr Kelly pretended not to hear it

When ere finished, Mr Kelly stoain”

I turned to Dippy “He’s the one,” I whispered