“It’s sure good to eat something that doesn’t come from a can,” said Armpit.
Squid tossed the sack to Zigzag.
Stanley knew it would come to him next. He didn’t even want it. From the moment Magnet shouted, “Anybody want some sunflower seeds,” he knew there would be trouble. Mr. Sir was sure to come back. And anyway, the salted shells would only make him thirsty.
“Coming your way, Caveman,” said Zigzag. “Airmail and special delivery …”
It’s unclear whether the seeds spilled before they got to Stanley or after he dropped the bag. It seemed to him that Zigzag hadn’t rolled up the top before throwing it, and that was the reason he didn’t catch it.
But it all happened very fast. One moment the sack was flying through the air, and the next thing Stanley knew the sack was in his hole and the seeds were spilled across the dirt.
“Oh, man!” said Magnet.
“Sorry,” Stanley said as he tried to sweep the seeds back into the sack.
“I don’t want to eat dirt,” said X-Ray.
Stanley didn’t know what to do.
“The truck’s coming!” shouted Zigzag.
Stanley looked up at the approaching dust cloud, then back down at the spilled seeds. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
What else is new?
He dug his shovel into his hole, and tried to turn over the dirt and bury the seeds.
What he should have done, he realized later, was knock one of his dirt piles back into his hole. But the idea of putting dirt into his hole was unthinkable.
“Hello, Mr. Sir,” said X-Ray. “Back so soon?”
“It seems like you were just here,” said Armpit.
“Time flies when you’re having fun,” said Magnet.
Stanley continued to turn the dirt over in his hole.
“You Girl Scouts having a good time?” asked Mr. Sir. He moved from one hole to another. He kicked a dirt pile by Magnet’s hole, then he moved toward Stanley.
Stanley could see two seeds at the bottom of his hole. As he tried to cover them up, he unearthed a corner of the sack.
“Well, what do you know, Caveman?” said Mr. Sir, standing over him. “It looks like you found something.”
Stanley didn’t know what to do.
“Dig it out,” Mr. Sir said. “We’ll take it to the Warden. Maybe she’ll give you the rest of the day off.”
“It’s not anything,” Stanley muttered.
“Let me be the judge of that,” said Mr. Sir.
Stanley reached down and pulled up the empty burlap sack. He tried to hand it to Mr. Sir, but he wouldn’t take it.
“So, tell me, Caveman,” said Mr. Sir. “How did my sack of sunflower seeds get in your hole?”
“I stole it from your truck.”
“You did?”