THE CHAMPION DIGGER 
“Look at all those piles of sand!” said Bess. Uncle 
Jack stopped the car, and he and the children got out. 
“Who has been playing here, Uncle Jack?” 
“These little piles of sand all in a row do look as if 
some one had been playing,” he replied. “Can’t any of 
you guess who made them?” 
“I can’t guess who did it,” said Fred. “I can’t even 
see where they got the sand. There are no holes where 
they dug it up.” 
Buddy pushed one of the piles aside with his foot. He 
found a little round hole in the ground filled with fresh 
sand. 
“This looks as if it had just been filled up,” said Buddy. 
“I am going to open it.” 
The hole was big enough for him to get his hand into 
it. Deeper and deeper he dug, until there was no more 
loose sand. He pushed his arm far into the hole. 
“Uncle Jack, this hole runs back farther than I can 
reach. Some animal must have dug it and made those 
piles.” 
“You are right, Buddy,” said Uncle Jack. “These 
holes and piles of sand are made by an animal. He 
spends most of his time digging under the ground. He 
has to get the earth out of his way; so he digs a hole up 
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