Stavanger Bay Food For Thought

Amalia caught another rabbit and came from the thicket with it hanging limp from her jaws. She lay it down and gently panted. Her muscles aching and burning in the best way. She felt good, alive. She had done her duty, had helped her new found family. It felt good.

Can you teach me to make one? If we have enough. I can always catch more rabbits at a later time.

She smiled at the mention of gifts for others. That was a nice idea. Her mom would have thought of something like that. A sharp pang of melancholy hit her, but she quickly pushed it aside. It was everyone's right to leave home, even if it broke their hearts. Even more so if the home no longer existed.