Help Me Carry This To My Head

In the heart of a bustling market, where traders shout and feet shuffle in haste, a lone voice rises above the chaos."e;Help Me Carry This To My Head! Help Me Carry This To My Head!"e;Foolish sits on the ground, knees pointed skyward, right hand raised in desperation. In front of him, a massive excavator bucket, filled to the brim with sand, towers toward the heavens. The weight of it is impossibl...