Day 9
It all started when we were trying to start a fire for the night. Squirrelfoot was having trouble getting it lit, due to all the wood being so water logged. Jeremiah, being the helpful critter he is, offered to help. 'Ah don need yur wee paws messin up my work' he said, brushing Jeremiah aside. Well, of course what happens next is Jeremiah pushed screams a challenge and pushes back. Squirrelfoot takes a swing and then proceeds to get beaten like a red headed step-child. It weren't pretty. After, Ted pulled out a sewing kit to get a needle- in the quick glance of it that I had, I'd nearly swear on my mother's grave he had some frilly stuff in that kit too. He was deft enough sewing up S-foot where he needed it. I'll bet his face is totally black and blue tomorrow.