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Harry, Gary, and Larry were walking through the woods one night on the way to their favorite fishing spot. Suddenly they stumbled upon an old, abandoned mine shaft, and all three of the friends fell through the rotten wood and crashed to the bottom. Having managed to survive the fall with just some bumps and bruises, they were soon peering up at the small window of light above them. It was a 50-foot shaft, but it might as well have been 1,000 feet.
“Oh, great!” groaned Gary. “How are we going to get out of this
mess?”
“I don’t know” replied
Harry. “I’m just glad our gear
fell down here with us.” And with that, he grabbed a slightly dented can of
beer from their now-broken ice chest.
“No reason to let a little thing like this keep us from having a good
time.”
“C’mon, Harry! Are you nuts?” This time it was Larry speaking. “We’ve fallen into an abandoned mine
shaft, and all you can think about is your beer?”
Harry sneered, “Well, what are you
suggesting, Mr. Know-It-All?”
“I’ll tell you what I’m
suggesting” said Larry, “I’m suggesting that we’ve got a big problem, and we better get busy if we want to save ourselves.”
“What do you have in mind?” asked
Gary.
