Ole and Sven had promised their Uncle Lars, who had been
a seafaring gent all his life, to bury him at sea when he died.
Of course, in due time, he did pass away and the boys kept their
promise.
They set off with Uncle Lars all stitched up in a burial bag and
loaded onto their rowboat.
After a while Ole says, 'Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out, Sven?'
Without a word Sven slips over the side only to find himself standing
in water up to his knees.
'Dis'll never do, Ole. Let's row some more.'
After a bit more rowing Sven slips over the side again but the water
is only up to his belly, so they row on.
Again Ole asks Sven, 'Do yer tink dis is fer enuff out Sven?'
Once again Sven slips over the side and almost immediately says, 'No dis'll neva do.' The water was only up to his chest.
So on they row and row and row and finally Sven slips over the side and disappears.
Quite a bit of time goes by and poor Ole is really getting himself into a state when suddenly Sven breaks the surface gasping for breath.
'Well is it deep enuff yet, Sven?'
'Uff Da – yep far ennuf,
NOW hand me dat shovel.'*
