Granddad Digs a Hole.

     “Oh no,” said Granddad.  “That pipe is plugged again.  I will fix it.”

     Granddad went to get a shovel.

 Then he looked.  He saw gas bottles.

       First, I will have to move those gas bottles.  I may have to dig there.  He moved the gas bottles.

     He had to move the stones the gas bottles sat on.

      Granddad looked again.  He had to take the downspout off.

      Then he began to dig.  The ground was dry and hard.  Granddad is an old guy.  He has to stop and rest.  A lot.

 

      “I have to throw the dirt a long way,” Granddad said to himself.  “The pile will be big.  I do not want to shovel the dirt twice.”

      Granddad did not get very far on that first day.  He wore out.  He had to quit.

     On day 2, Granddad was stiff and sore.  He did not dig much.  He wished his grandson could be there to help.  Or Bella.  She could dig.

      Then it got too cold to dig.

     Granddad moved away for the winter.  Many days passed.   

     Finally, it got warmer.  Granddad went back to work.

     He dug a little each day.  Then one day, his shovel hit something hard.  “Ding!” sang the shovel.  It was the pipe!

     It was a happy time for Granddad.  But it was sad, too.  The pipe went under the porch.

     Granddad would have to dig a tunnel under the porch.

To be continued.