He grunted as he pried up some dirt, then flung it off to the side.
The sun was almost directly overhead. He glanced at his canteen lying beside his hole.
He knew it was half full, but he didn’t take a drink just yet.
He had to drink sparingly, because he didn’t know who would be driving the water truck the next time it came.
Three days had passed since the Warden had scratched Mr. Sir. Every time Mr. Sir delivered water, he poured Stanley’s straight onto the ground.
Fortunately, Mr. Pendanski delivered the water more often than Mr. Sir.
Mr. Pendanski was obviously aware of what Mr. Sir was doing, because he always gave Stanley a little extra.
He’d fill Stanley’s canteen, then let Stanley take a long drink, then top it off for him.
It helped, too, that Zero was digging some of Stanley’s hole for him.
Although, as Stanley had expected, the other boys didn’t like to see Stanley sitting around while they were working.
They’d say things like “Who died and made you king?” or “It must be nice to have your own personal slave.”
When he tried pointing out that he was the one who took the blame for the sunflower seeds,
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