Michael and Andrew found Felicity on the edge of the clearing, gathering fallen branches to keep the fire fueled.
“You, working?” said Andrew, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t believe it.”
A stick bounced off Andrew’s forehead. The force of Michael’s laugh threw back his head. Andrew wiped his forehead, looking sour, and sucked the blood from the scratch off his thumb after he examined it.
“Get anything?” said Felicity.
Michael, still trying to get his laughter under control, held up three rabbits, their feet tied together with rope....
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