I remembered what our scoutmaster said about a fellow that's drowning--that he can think as long as his head is out of water.

And this was like drowning, only slower.

I was wondering how that spark plug got there.
It's funny how you'll think about little things like that even when you're dying.
One thing sure, no automobile ever went through there, and no motorcycle either.

Maybe a fellow in an airplane might have dropped it, or maybe-- Then, all of a sudden I began to laugh.

And while I was laughing some water flowed into my mouth.