My brother was the best digger around! He had dug potatoes and postholes, but unfortunately he dug himself into a great big hole. When the phone rang, Mom asked, “Chloe, can you answer that? It’s probably Woody.” When I answered and heard Woody’s voice, I could tell he’d been crying. “What’s the matter, Woody?” I asked. “Didn’t you like the concert?” “Oh Chloe, the concert was terrific,” Woody sobbed.