His arms were too weak to lift his heavy body. He used his legs to help, but he just didn’t have any strength.
He was trapped in his hole. It was almost funny, but he wasn’t in the mood to laugh.
“Stanley!” he heard Mr. Pendanski call. Using his shovel, he dug two footholds in the hole wall.
He climbed out to see Mr. Pendanski walking over to him. “I was afraid you’d fainted,” Mr. Pendanski said. “You wouldn’t have been the first.”
“I’m finished,” Stanley said, putting his blood-spotted cap back on his head.
“All right!” said Mr. Pendanski, raising his hand for a high five, but Stanley ignored it.
He didn’t have the strength. Mr. Pendanski lowered his hand and looked down at Stanley’s hole.
“Well done,” he said. “You want a ride back?” Stanley shook his head. “I’ll walk.”
Mr. Pendanski climbed back into the truck without filling Stanley’s canteen.
Stanley waited for him to drive away, then took another look at his hole.
He knew it was nothing to be proud of, but he felt proud nonetheless. He sucked up his last bit of saliva and spat.
A lot of people don’t believe in curses. A lot of people don’t believe in yellow-spotted lizards either,
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