“What a depressing place! Why on earth did you bring me here, Jack?”
“Oh, I dunno, I think it’s pretty cheerful with the sun shining through the trees and all.”
“Whatever, weirdo! Seriously, what’s with the creepy mausoleums?”
“Come here, I wanted to show you something. Look at the door on that one.”
“What about it? It’s an old slab of stone, like everything else around here.”
“Don’t you see the color?”
“Ooh, I see what you mean. That’s weird! Why would somebody just clean the one door?”
“There’s no writing on it either, like there is on all the rest. I wanna know who’s in there, don’t you?”
“Now that you mention it, but how are we gonna do that?”
“I left a crowbar in the weeds there yesterday. Nobody ever cleans up here, it’ll still be there. Yup, right where I left it.”
“Oh, hurry if you’re gonna break in. What if somebody catches us? Wonder what you get for graverobbing?”
“I told you, nobody ever comes here. Besides, we aren’t robbing, just looking. Come here, help me, this rock is heavy.”
“Whoa, what in the world is that? It’s awfully dark, did you bring a flashlight?”
“Yes, let me… Did you hear that?”
“Hear what? Ooh, no, something is moving in there. Let’s get out of … Jaaaaaaaaaaack!”
The Word Worker 