Then they filled their canteens, got their shovels, and were marched out across the lake.
Each group was assigned a different area. The shovels were kept in a shed near the showers.
They all looked the same to Stanley, although X-Ray had his own special shovel, which no one else was allowed to use.
X-Ray claimed it was shorter than the others, but if it was, it was only by a fraction of an inch.
The shovels were five feet long, from the tip of the steel blade to the end of the wooden shaft.
Stanley's hole would have to be as deep as his shovel, and he'd have to be able to lay the shovel flat across the bottom in any direction.
That was why X-Ray wanted the shortest shovel. The lake was so full of holes and mounds that it reminded Stanley of pictures he'd seen of the moon.
“If you find anything interesting or unusual,” Mr. Pendanski had told him,
“you should report it either to me or Mr. Sir when we come around with the water truck.
If the Warden likes what you found, you'll get the rest of the day off.”
What are we supposed to be looking for?Stanley asked him. “You're not looking for anything. You're digging to build character.”
“It's just if you find anything, the Warden would like to know about it.” He glanced helplessly at his shovel. It wasn't defective. He was defective.
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