Rising Sun Valley Crash collision of Jefferson Starships

Ibis was not entirely oblivious to the practical approach to life and Sarah was content that she had prevented a waterfall of tears with a suggestion that put her niece's mind on the right tracks. Keep that emotional energy burning for useful purposes - that had been her motto. Now, in the aftermath she was all useful, but with only ashes in the figurative hearth. Better not think about it too much.

So, Sarah said nothing, but went ahead, unearthed the well-hidden and in the cold weather well-preserved remnants of a beaver she had killed few weeks earlier. She pulled out a leathery tail and head with strips of skin and fat still attached to, where the neck and chest had once been. "Choose, what you want," she told the girl, while she herself setteld down to rest and watch her. "It's yours."