Two in One Trench

It had to become bigger, the hole for our organic waste. So I sat in it and began chiseling the limestone. Hard work, though and the the limestone was tougher than I thought. And the heat!

Drawn by the noise, Bula our Bullterrier, came and jumped into hole, too. I told him to get out immediately for there was not enough space for the two of us and I wanted to continue with my work.
“Well,” I thought, when he is right, so be it. After all, the weather was hot and it was not good doing that kind of work anyhow. And so we both left the place to do something else.