37 CLINKITY-CLINK  

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6/5/2006 11:39 pm

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37 CLINKITY-CLINK

37 CLINKITY-CLINK
An old woman got sick and died. She had no family and no
close friends. So the neighbors got a gravedigger to dig a
grave for her. And they had a coffin made, and they placed
it in her living room. As was the tradition, they washed
her body and dressed her up in her best clothes and put her
in her coffin. When she died her eyes were wide open,
staring at everything and seeing nothing. The neighbors
found two old silver dollars on her dresser, and they put
them on her eyelids to keep them closed. They lit candles
and sat up with her so that she would not be too lonely on
that first night that she was dead. The next morning a
preacher came and said a prayer for her. Then everybody
went home. Later the gravedigger arrived to take her to the
cemetery and bury her. He stared at the silver dollars on
her eyelids, and he picked them up. How shiny and smooth
they were! How thick and heavy! "They're beautiful," he
thought, "just beautiful." He looked at the dead woman.
With her eyes wide open he felt she was staring at him,
watching him hold her coins. It gave him a creepy feeling.
He put the coins back on those eyes of hers to keep them
closed. But before he knew it, his hands raced out again
and grabbed the coins and stuck them in his pocket. Then he
grabbed a hammer and quickly nailed shut the lid of the
coffin. "Now you can't see anything!" he said to her. Then
he took her out to the cemetery, and he buried her as fast
as he could. When the grave digger got home, he put the two
silver dollars in a tin box and shook it. Then coins made a
cheerful rattling sound, but the gravedigger wasn't feeling
cheerful. He couldn't forget those eyes looking at him.
When it got dark, a storm came up, and the wind started
blowing. It blew all around the house. It came in through
the cracks, and around the windows, and down the chimney.
BUZ-OOOOOO-O-O-O! it went. Bizee, bizee, BUZ-OOOOOO-O-O-O!
The fire flared and flickered. The gravedigger threw some
fresh wood on the fire, got into bed, and pulled the
blankets up to his chain. The wind kept blowing. BUZ-OOOOOO-
O-O-O! it went. Bizee, bizee, BUZ-OOOOOO-O-O-O! the fire
flared and flickered and cast evil-looking shadows on the
walls. The gravedigger lay there thinking about the dead
woman's eyes staring at him. The wind blew stronger and
louder, and the fire flared and flickered, and popped and
snapped, and he got more and more scared. Suddenly he heard
another sound. Clinkity-clink, clinkity -clink, it went,
Clinkity-clink, clinkity-clink. It was the silver dollars
rattling in the tin box. "Hey!" the gravedigger
shouted. "Who's taking my money?" But all he heard was the
wind blowing, Bizee, bizee, BUZ-OOOOOO-O-O-O! and the
flames and flickering, and snapping and popping, and the
coins going Clinkity-clink, clinkity-clink. He leaped out
of bed and chained up the door. Then he hurried back. But
his head had barely touched the pillow when he heard
Clinkity-clink, clinkity-clink Then he heard something way
off in the distance. It was a voice crying, "Where is my
money? Who's got my money? Whoooo? Whoooo?" And the wind
blew Bizee, bizee, BUZ-OOOOOO-O-O-O! and the fire flared
and flickered and snapped and popped, and the money went
Clinkity-clink, clinkity-clink. The gravedigger was really
scared. He got out of bed again and piled all the furniture
against the door, and he put a heavy iron skillet over the
tin box. Then he jumped back into bed and covered his head
with the blankets. But the money rattled louder then ever,
and way off a voice cried, "Give me my money! Who's got my
money! Whoooo? Whoooo?" And the wind blew and the fire
flared and flickered and snapped and popped, and the
gravedigger shivered and shook and cried, "Oh, Lordy,
Lordy!" Suddenly the front door flew open, and in walked
the ghost of the dead woman with her eyes wide open,
staring at everything and seeing nothing. And the wind blew
Bizee. bizee, BUZ-OOOOOO-O-O-O! and the money went Clinkity-
clink, clinkity-clink, and the fire flared and flickered
and snapped and popped, and the ghost of the dead woman
cried, Oh, where is my money? Who's got my money? Whoooo?
Whoooo?" and the gravedigger moaned, "Oh, Lordy, Lordy!"
The ghost could hear her money going Clinkity-clink,
Clinkity-clink, in the tin box. But her dead eyes couldn't
see the box. So she reached out with her arms and tried to
find it. (As you tell the story, stand up with your arms in
front of you and begin groping around you.) The wind went
Bizee, bizee, BUZ-OOOOOO-O-O-O! and the money rattled,
Clinkity-clink, clinkity-clink! and the fired flared and
flickered and snapped and popped, and the gravedigger
shivered and moaned, "Oh, Lordy, Lordy!" And the woman
cried, "Give me my money! Who's got my money? Whoooo?
Whoooo?" (Now quickly jump at somebody in the audience and
scream:


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