“Stop digging!” the foreman said. The massive bundle of wires protruded from the ground, clay and dirt clinging to the black mess.
“What are these from?” he asked me, pointing.
“No idea, but they aren’t connected to anything,” I said. “The former owners had a lot of garbage under these trees. This looks like a mass of junk, so I’m not worried.”
Our new pipes will lead to the back pasture.
NO MORE FROZEN HOSES!
NO MORE LUGGING BUCKETS!
Hooray!
