A man often walked through a cemetery on his way home. One night, though, unaware that a new grave had been dug in his path, he tumbled in. For some time he struggled to get out of the seven-foot-deep grave, but finally gave up and settled down for the night.
An hour later, a farmer, out possum hunting, came walking through the cemetery and he too fell into the grave. He began a desperate attempt to get out, unaware that there was anyone else in the grave.
The first man listened to him for a few minutes, then reached over in the pitch-darkness and laid a hand on his shoulder. “You can’t get out of here,” he said. But the next thing he knew, the farmer was gone.
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