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,â€? 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?,â€? said the lanky one, “I thought I heard a noise.â€?

“You didn’t ear it from this one,â€? 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.