Can you dig that

The reluctant foreman had superposed a groggy trench coat on his shoulders. He was doodling in an attempt to excite his fancy. His intellect was crawling for new conceptions to emerge. How tranquil would it be to untangle an arsonist’s docket. He was breathing gnarly after having swilled half a bottle of bourbon. The eyes were twitching and the eyebrows in constant convulsion. Who was the valet and who the delinquent. Dismay filled his heart. From the window, the strays were strolling and the leaves were caressing the ground