I went out northwest to haul coal in a big rig.
That morning, we were lined up waiting to load our trucks.
All of a sudden, we heard someone shouting.
“Oh no! There’s someone buried under the coal pile!”
A bunch of us ran over to help.
But even after we dug all the way to the bottom of that mountain of coal, we didn’t find so much as a shadow of a person.
The worker who had shouted was starting to panic.
Stammering, he tried to explain, “That’s not right. I saw it clear as day.
There was a pair of wrinkled human hands sticking out from under the coal pile!”