By Katarina Zavodszka
There once was a Little Digger who moved into a new home with his Mommy Digger and Daddy Digger. The home was not too far from a highway that was being built. In the morning, after breakfast, Mommy Digger said to Little Digger:
“Little Digger, daddy and I have to go to the work on the highway, but you are too small to go with us. You must stay home and if you want to practice digging, then only in our garden! Do not leave our garden. Do not open the gate.
Little Digger said he understood and kissed mommy and daddy good bye.
Upon their leave, the Little Digger started his digging in the garden. He dug here and he dug there. He played all over the garden with joy. When he ran out of space he started digging deeper. He dug a deep hole and kept digging further, when, suddenly, his teeth got stuck on something. He tried to pull out with no success. He wriggled. He rolled his eyes left and right, his teeth stuck deep in the ground, but he saw no one who could help him. His motor ran louder and louder, as he tried to pull his teeth out by backing out.
‘If I make loud noise with my motor,’ he thought, ‘maybe my mommy and daddy can hear me at their work on the highway and will rush home to rescue me.’
He tried so hard to make loud noise that his motor shot out a black cloud of smoke out of his exhaust pipe: “Poof!”
“Excuse me”, said Little Digger and blushed.
But Mommy Digger and Daddy Digger could not hear him, as the work on the highway was loud.
The Little Digger did not give up. He rumbled and grumbled and roared until his radiator overheated. The water in it turned into the steam and the white steam rose up to the sky in form of small sheep-like clouds. This scared him, which sent out yet another cloud up. The Little Digger took notice of it.
‘I have an idea!’ he thought to himself. ‘I will send steam messages up to the sky!’
He added gas to feed his motor, which made his motor run and overheat even more, and his radiator that could not keep up cooling the hot motor made white steam messages that rose to the sky: “Ti-ti-ti, taah-taah-taah, ti-ti-ti. Ti-ti-ti, taah-taah-taah, ti-ti-ti. Ti-ti-ti, taah-taah-taah, ti-ti-ti.” The Little Digger knew very well, that this meant “SOS. SOS. SOS.” in the international Morse code. And in the international Morse code this meant: “Help!”
In the meantime Mommy Digger and Daddy Digger worked hard on the highway. It was nearly lunch break and Mommy Digger paused her digging. She looked up at the blue sky with a puff. There she saw a row of small white sheep-like clouds writing a long message, that looked like this: “. . . - - - . . .”
She read it out aloud: “Dot, dot, dot, dash, dash, dash, dot, dot, dot. Dot, dot, dot, dash, dash, dash, dot, dot, dot. Dot, dot, dot, dash, dash, dash, dot, dot, dot.”
“What is it? An SOS in the sky? And it is coming from the direction of our house, Daddy Digger!” She boomed with an explosion, as she was, after all, a backhoe.
Daddy Digger, alarmed, stopped digging, and blasted through the noisy highway: “Mommy Digger! It is coming from our house, indeed! We better rush home to check on our Little Digger!”
The both of them speeded to their gate, nervous Daddy Digger puffing out black smoke out of his exhaust pipe. “Excuse me, pardon me,” he kept repeating. In the garden they found Little Digger with his teeth stuck deep down in the ground. His eyes rolled up at them.
“I aan a i ee ou,” he mumbled.
“Little Digger!” They shouted simultaneously and got to work to pull him out instantly.
And imagine what they found! Their Little Digger’s teeth came out, to be sure, but they had gold all over them. The three of them peaked into the deep hole just to find that they had gold in their garden‘s ground.
“You have found gold Little Digger!” Daddy digger rumbled, which is, what loud machines, such as he was, do.
“Wow,” Mommy Digger puffed.
The Little Digger smiled while his eyes sparkled, which could had been a short circuit, which is an electrical malfunction, of course, due to his overheating.
Since then Mommy Digger and Daddy Digger did not have to work on the highway any more. They just dug the gold they had in their garden. Of course, they did not call it a garden anymore. They called it ‘A Gold Mine’.
1. a mechanical excavator that draws toward itself a bucket attached to a hinged boom.