The dead animal touches the ground throughout the length of its body.
The Necrophori disappear under the corpse, and, feeling the contact of its fur, begin to dig.

The grave grows deeper and an empty space appears, but the coveted object does not descend, retained as it is by the cross-bar which the two forks keep in place.

The digging slackens, the hesitations become prolonged.
However, one of the grave-diggers ascends to the surface, wanders over the Mole, inspects him and ends by perceiving the hinder strap.
Tenaciously he gnaws and ravels it.

I hear the click of the shears that completes the rupture.

Crack! The thing is done.