You can imagine Vonce's expression when he came across where Shershie's house had been. And if you can't imagine, Google a video of horse breeding while looking at yourself in the mirror.
Clods of dirt and grass were still falling off the rim of the chasm and raining into the void below.
Vonce peered down. He couldn't see anything but the edges of the hole fading into blackness. Like looking into a big dirt butthole. Or Sarlaac, I guess.
"Man," thought Vonce, "I'd sure hate to fall down there."
Bilf quietly approached from behind.
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