You dig and dig, without seeming to make much progress. Your hand digs pokes through the surface just as your air runs out. You say your final goodbyes when a hand grabs onto yours and pulls you out. It seems Iolaus got tired of waiting and went to look for you. Good thing too, as if he had found you a few minutes later you would have been dead. As soon as you have caught your breath you collect the boar and the snares, pack up camp, and head off to your mother's house to finish off your vacation.
THE END

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