"Hmm, 'tis how I'd go about such a thing. I'd admit, I hath looked at such a pile and thought mayhap it was a large chocolate cake, misshapen it may be. Hmm, 'tis true he hath taken every crumb of such as well though and 'tis no easy feat to consume such a vast quantity." Don thinks a bit harder about how infeasible such a feat is. "Hmmmmmmmmm" She'd felt full just halfway through trying out food at the Cucumber Festival, to eat such a massive pile would be quite difficult .... unless?

"'Tis strange indeed... Perhaps he truly hath a bottomless receptacle for this dirt of sorts as thou said. Such is not unheard of in mine world, but I know not of whether he hath such a thing or not. Mayhap that receptacle resides as a space within his stomach? 'Tis merely my conjecture on such." Don's not entirely sure how this Dirt Man managed to break into her resting quarters though without her noticing. Perhaps she hath simply slept through the lengthy ordeal and awoke after he'd cleaned up the place?