When to stop digging

Love digging that first hydraulic shovelful into virgin soil.

Deflowering a maiden, like my first. Hitching, she was, in a pink leather jacket, polkadot skirt up to her arse. Walking home drunk, pissed off with boyfriend, begging for it. Cow changed her mind. Potato field, dug down fully five feet. Boyfriend still incarcerated; they never found her.

Haven't settled in the 20 years since. Have JCB Will Travel, me. Go all over, with trailer.

Digging footings for a dairy parlour, for extra mature cheddar, yellow gold.

"Stop!" the foreman bangs on the glass, "Stop digging! Bones, in a pink coat!"