Everyone else's hole was a lot deeper than his. He couldn't actually see their holes but could tell by the size of their dirt piles.
He saw a cloud of dust moving across the wasteland and noticed that the other boys had stopped digging and were watching it, too.
The dirt cloud moved closer, and he could see that it trailed behind a red pickup truck.
The truck stopped near where they were digging, and the boys lined up behind it, X-Ray in front, Zero at the rear.
Stanley got in line behind Zero. Mr. Sir filled each of their canteens from a tank of water in the bed of the pickup.
As he took Stanley's canteen from him, he said, “This isn't the Girl Scouts, is it?”
Stanley raised and lowered one shoulder. Mr. Sir followed Stanley back to his hole to see how he was doing.
“You better get with it,” he said. “Or else you're going to be digging in the hottest part of the day.”
He popped some sunflower seeds into his mouth, deftly removed the shells with his teeth, and spat them into Stanley's hole.
Every day Elya carried the little piglet up the mountain and sang to it as it drank from the stream.
As the pig grew fatter, Elya grew stronger. On the day of Myra's fifteenth birthday, Elya's pig weighed over fifty stones.
Madame Zeroni had told him to carry the pig up the mountain on that day as well,
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