Digging

     

            Over the summer I had nothing to do so my dad made me go digging with him. What did we go digging for? Worms, big ol’ sandworms in the mudflats. Usually I’d tell you how to do something like a pro but I suck at digging.

Any way’s dad came to pick up at four in the morning to go down to the coast to dig. After a long drive we finally made it to the perfect place to go digging. When we got there we met some guy who dad called butterball and two other people who I will call dubah’s. After I was introduced and stuff I got my crotch boot’s on and got a clamming hoe and descended to the mudflat.

After dad taught me how to flip the mud over and keep my hole clean and how not to be a bitch about mud he left. After a couple of minutes I had gotten ten worms and I heard people giggling like little girl’s. I looked up and see the dubah’s throwing mud at each other and dad helping butter ball who had gotten stuck in the mud. Another half hour had gone by I realized someone else was also hunting for worm’s. It was a little mud crab and chopped one of my worms in half and ate it. So in return I chucked him at butterball which scared him so much he fell butt first in the mud and got stuck.

As we were trying to help butterball up out of the mud we realized the tide was coming in. Now it’s in these situations you realize who you’re friends are and butterball had none. We helped him get upright then left him ball’s deep in mud to go clean the mud off our boots and leave. While we were cleaning our stuff we looked back to see butterball a three hundred pound man running through the mud with no boot’s on and the tide right behind him.