“I like to shovel,” he says merrily.
I snatch the shovel from him, and dig for a moment before hitting a human-sized, wooden box. I look at him. “Who’s in there?”
“There’s nobody in there,” Jimmy says incredulously. “I would never—” A muffled, angry, frightened voice sounds from the box. I give Jimmy an expectant look. He sighs heavily, so put upon. “It…might be Nigel.”
I snatch the shovel from him, and dig for a moment before hitting a human-sized, wooden box. I look at him. “Who’s in there?”
“There’s nobody in there,” Jimmy says incredulously. “I would never—” A muffled, angry, frightened voice sounds from the box. I give Jimmy an expectant look. He sighs heavily, so put upon. “It…might be Nigel.”
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