and she said , `` dig , '' and we went on like that for a bit , and then i got on my knees and dug through the soft black dirt at the edge of the woods , and before i could get very far , my fingers scratched glass , and i dug around the glass until i pulled out a bottle of pink wine-strawberry hill , it was called , i suppose because if it had not tasted like vinegar with a dash of maple syrup , it might have tasted like strawberries .