I watched with baited breath. In silence I knelt, crouching, peering snapping photos.
I heard their wind carried voices, “Right you are Bob, this is a right a heavy one we got here,” said the taller of the grave robbers.
They pulled the coffin from the wet ground, I could hear them grunting.
“What, did you ear that Bob?,” said the lanky one, “I thought I heard a noise.”
“You didn’t ear it from this one,” he laughed as he pointed at the cadaver.
I panicked and ran as fast and as far as I could in the thick mud beneath me.
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