Firefly Glen Stretching my bones to know the world from where you stand

Pumpkins.  Fennec noted that down.  She remembered Meerkat bringing it, and the way it had smelled and tasted.  She hadn't eaten much of it and apparently that was a good thing.  For once her finnicky stomach had paid off.  Guess I should definitely bring back extra then,  she said with a smirk.  If it was an honest mistake, Meerkat shouldn't feel too guilty.  And if it was a joke, well... so long as no one got really messed up from it, it was a hilarious one.

It took Fennec a while to find the right tree.  It wasn't in the first bunch that Meerkat showed her, but there was another small copse that (luckily) had a single stunted elm.  Fennec sniffed the bark to be sure, then set into it with her claws, digging a chunk out and turning it up.  The inner bark is what you want to eat.  That should be a good amount, I think? But you can have more tomorrow morning if you still feel shitty.  The joke never got old.

In the meantime, she was already working at digging out a few more sections from the poor tree.  She wasn't sure how many more of these were around here, so she'd have to mark this spot for future reference.