“A little help here!” Sugar yelled impatiently from the bottom of a hole in the yard. The hole was twice as tall as she was and three times as wide. “Hellooooooo!!” She leaned on her shovel and waited. A squirrel leaned in and dropped an acorn on her head. Sugar threw it back.
face appeared at the top of the hole. “What are you doing down there, Sugar? And why are you throwing acorns at me?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Sugar answered.
“It looks like you threw an acorn at me and fell into a hole,” Dirt replied, leaning in closer.
“For your information, I didn’t fall into this hole. I dug it myself.”
“Wait a minute. . . . Is that one of Barbara’s spoons??” asked Dirt, leaning in closer still.
“Look for yourself,” Sugar replied, holding the spoon close enough for
Dirt to touch—and then nudging her right into the ladle.
“HEY!” said Dirt as Sugar tipped her out at the bottom of the hole. “What did you do that for?”
“I couldn’t get out of the hole on my own, and I am one hundred percent confident that you will get us out of here.”
“That would have been a lot easier to do from up there!” said Dirt, brushing herself off. “Now we have to wait for Poppy or Sweetie to get us out.”
“I’m not going to lie,” said Sugar, “my confidence just dropped to about thirty-seven percent.”