You lift the rushed shovel off the slightly damp earth. carfully you
began to dig a hole. As time goes you back begins to ache yet you
cointinue your vallent quest. Every load of dirt a victory.
Deeper and deeper you dig... thinking of nothing but what lies at the
end of the tunnel. The sun begins to set yet you do not cense. Onward
digging and shoveling through the night. you are dirty and exhaughted
yet you continue...