Audrey and Roy stood by their fire and watched as about a foot of mushroom covered stick slid out from nowhere.

“I don’t know if that boy has it in him,” said Roy gruffly. “Spent twenty minutes in a darn tree!”

“I don’t think,” said Audrey as she reached down, gloveless, to pick up the kettle whistling on the fire,“that the boy was the one we need to look after.”

The thought sank into slowly into Roy’s head.

“Oh,” he said softly.