06-06-2019, 09:09 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]Sticks were not hard to gather, luckily. Plenty of old twigs and branches were scattered on the forest floor, ripe for the taking. Straw had taken a few basketfuls of wood to the center of the town square, and piled them up high. They would burn quickly, but it would do the job.
The moon had risen over the horizon, the sun long since gone, so it was about time to start the fire. Glancing at the pile of wood, Straw furrowed her brows. It was only now that she realized she had no way to light the fire. "Uh, does anyone..." she mumbled, looking around and adjusting her mask with one paw. "Can anyone start fires?"
The moon had risen over the horizon, the sun long since gone, so it was about time to start the fire. Glancing at the pile of wood, Straw furrowed her brows. It was only now that she realized she had no way to light the fire. "Uh, does anyone..." she mumbled, looking around and adjusting her mask with one paw. "Can anyone start fires?"
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