05-11-2019, 08:08 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Could she swim? Yes, on some level. Was she comfortable doing so? Not really. Kade was right that the younger members would need lessons, and Straw would have to get over herself about something sooner or later- swimming lessons would be a good start.
This week, though, she'd decided to go with the picnic idea. Mountains were her natural element, of course, and she could figure out juices and snacks. Fruit was useful for both, and they had plenty of fruit in the greenhouse. After receiving the task, she had gone to the greenhouse, and inspected the thriving plants. Only the best-looking fruits were selected, of course; she was no fruit connoisseur, but the bunch of fruit she had picked was vibrantly-colored and firm, so it ought to taste good.
She had divided some of the fruit into jars by their type, then crushed them up and blended them using a stick. Her paws would have been more efficient, but she didn't want her fur getting in the juice. Who wanted to drink someone else's fur? No one she knew, that was for sure.
Once the fruit had been blended into a drinkable form, she then closed the jars and put them in a basket, then set the rest of the fruit (along with some prey animals and some bamboo) in a separate basket. If they were in the same basket, they might get crushed. The unfortunate flaw with that plan: she was neither dextrous enough nor strong enough to carry two baskets at once.
Sitting outside the greenhouse, Straw glanced down at her two baskets. "Er... I need help," she called out as loudly as she could, which was not very loudly at all. "Carrying these, I mean. To the picnic."
This week, though, she'd decided to go with the picnic idea. Mountains were her natural element, of course, and she could figure out juices and snacks. Fruit was useful for both, and they had plenty of fruit in the greenhouse. After receiving the task, she had gone to the greenhouse, and inspected the thriving plants. Only the best-looking fruits were selected, of course; she was no fruit connoisseur, but the bunch of fruit she had picked was vibrantly-colored and firm, so it ought to taste good.
She had divided some of the fruit into jars by their type, then crushed them up and blended them using a stick. Her paws would have been more efficient, but she didn't want her fur getting in the juice. Who wanted to drink someone else's fur? No one she knew, that was for sure.
Once the fruit had been blended into a drinkable form, she then closed the jars and put them in a basket, then set the rest of the fruit (along with some prey animals and some bamboo) in a separate basket. If they were in the same basket, they might get crushed. The unfortunate flaw with that plan: she was neither dextrous enough nor strong enough to carry two baskets at once.
Sitting outside the greenhouse, Straw glanced down at her two baskets. "Er... I need help," she called out as loudly as she could, which was not very loudly at all. "Carrying these, I mean. To the picnic."
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