Sam gave Mrs. Tennyson an additional three onions, and she fed them one at a time to Mary Lou. She laughed as the old donkey ate them out of her hand.
Stanley and Zero slept off and on for the next two days, ate onions, all they wanted, and splashed dirty water into their mouths.
In the late afternoon Big Thumb gave them shade. Stanley tried to make the hole deeper, but he really needed the shovel.
His efforts just seemed to stir up the mud and make the water dirtier.
Zero was sleeping. He was still very sick and weak, but the sleep and the onions seemed to be doing him some good.
Stanley was no longer afraid that he would die soon. Still, he didn't want to go for the shovel while Zero was asleep.
He didn't want him to wake up and think he'd been deserted. He waited for Zero to open his eyes.
“I think I'll go look for the shovel,” Stanley said. “I'll wait here,” Zero said feebly, as if he had any other choice.
Stanley headed down the mountain. The sleep and the onions had done him a lot of good as well. He felt strong.
It was fairly easy to follow the trail he had made two days earlier.
There were a few places where he wasn't sure he was going the right way, but it just took a little bit of searching before he found the trail again.
He went quite a ways down the mountain but still didn't find the shovel.
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