A grave digger, thoroughly absorbed in his work, dug a pit so deep one afternoon that he couldn't climb out when he had finished.
Come nightfall and evening's chill, his predicament became more uncomfortable. He shouted for help and at last attracted the attention of a drunk staggering by.
"Get me out of here," the digger pleaded. "I'm cold!"
The inebriated one peered into the open grave and finally spotted the shivering digger in the darkness.
"Well, no wonder you're cold, buddy," said the drunk, kicking some of the loose sod into the hole. "You haven't got any dirt on you."
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