There was a LOUd cracking noise above Len's head as he squeezed his way through the narrow opening of the ancient tomb. "Why did I ever get persuaded to take this up?", Les muttered. "I must have let the hope of riches cloud my thinking." Les decided to abandon the pastime of the ghoul (ie grave robber) as it was just too dangerous. As he emerged into the night air, there was a tremendous crashing sound from the tomb as the roof collapsed. Les beat a hasty retreat with a resolve to find a new pastime.
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