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It was time to clean the waterers on the farm and when I got to the big water tank, which was a large cast iron bath tub. It seemed easy enough. OK, just remove the rubber stopper and drain the water. Nothing happened. The tub had sunk into the earth and was quite buried in the ground so the water could not drain. No worries. I would just tip the tub over and let the water run out and wash the tub out and that would be that. Well, I weigh 120 pounds soaking wet and that old tub just rocked back and forth and no matter how hard I tried, all I did was slosh water all over me and the ground. By this time, I was soaked and the ground was a mud hole. The horses had all gathered around looking at me in amusement. I was pretty much off the beaten path with no help in sight, except the support of 4 curious horses. I continued to rock the tub, not to be defeated. With one last super-woman effort, I pulled that tub and sure enough it came right over. As it tipped over, all the water poured out in a torrent. I slipped and fell under the tub as it turned completed over on top of me. The ground by then was a complete mud hole and I was trapped under the tub. The ground was just wet enough for me to dig a small enough space to see the horses legs. The more I would dig, the more mud would fill up the hole where I would dig. I recollected this was about ten in the morning. I was trapped underneath this cast iron bath tub. I could just imagine my trusty buckskin horse going for help and returning with the posse who would dig me out and rescue me, the leader being my dream cowboy. Well, no such luck. No trusty horse going for aid, No dream cowboy coming to the rescue. Just me, digging with my brand new set of nails, digging, the hole filling up with mud, The cast iron bath tub, my tomb. Someone would find my skeleton someday, I could just see it, It's funny the things that go through your mind when you have time to think. Finally, the mud started receded into the thirsty Texas soil which had not seen rain in nearly 4 months (I just knew it was time for the monsoon to start, with me trapped like a mouse on sticky paper). I started digging before the ground turned into concrete which it usually does about July with no rain. And, about 2 o'clock, I climbed out from under that cast iron bath tub. The next day, I hooked it up to my dually, drug it to the front yard, filled it with dirt and planted flowers in it.