Casey's Adventures Book 1: Casey Joins The PAW Patrol

Chapter 16: Sleepless Night (Part 1)

I couldn't sleep, so I changed into my Hunter Form, and sneaked out of The Lookout. I walked over to My Father's grave, and knelt down. "Father, at your funeral, I'm sorry, I was too quick to let you go." I said, starting to cry. "I found the PAW Patrol, like you said to, I think I'm getting along with them." I continued. "I'm going to try to find some lumber to make a funerary bowl for you." I finished, walking into the woods, to look for the right tree.

I walked for about an hour before finding it, a healthy Red Wolf Fir Tree. I summoned my Felling Axe, and approached the tree. I prepared to swing my felling axe, and chop down the tree. I swung my axe, and it dug into the tree. It took me twenty minutes to chop it down. After I was done, I put my left hand on the log. "Now how do I put it in my arm?" I said to myself. I focused on my left hand, and it started glowing. The log glowed green, and went into my hand.I put my axe back into my magic hand, and started to look for obsidian to make a spearhead and arrowheads. I walked for nearly five hours until I found a good spot to mine obsidian. I knelt down, and started to sort through the obsidian until I found one that would suit my needs. "You'll do nicely." I said to the stone. I focused on my hand again, and the stone went into my hand. Materials in hand, I headed to that old farm to gather as many feathers as I could from the strange birds that lived there.

An hour later, I made it to the farm. I approached silently as to not scare the birds. I walked up to the building the birds were in, and sneaked in. I picked up as many feathers as I could hold, and stored them in my magic hand for about twenty minutes. After I thought I had enough feathers, I left the building, and ran back into the forest. On my way back to The Lookout, I decided to look for some firewood. I started by going back to my old home in the forest to search the storage shed. Once I got there, I went into the storage shed, and started looking for firewood. I found that all one-hundred logs had survived the fire. I stuck out my hand, and focused on the logs. The logs glowed green, and were sucked into my hand.

After gathering everything I needed, I headed back to The Lookout. Once I got back to The Lookout, the sun was already starting to rise. I found a good spot under a tree, summoned the Red Wolf Fir log, splitting axe, and woodworking kit, and starting to carve a funerary bowl. I started by sawing a piece off the log about the length of my arm. After that, I picked up my axe, and split the piece into four pieces. I focused and put my axe, the log, and three of the pieces into my magic hand for later use. Then I summoned my gouge and chisel, and got to work carving the funerary bowl. First I sawed the piece of wood down to the size I wanted the bowl to be. Then I chiseled it into the right shape. Finishing up, I gouged out the cavity until the walls of the bowl were about the same thickness. The bowl complete, I walked over to my Father's grave, and lay it down at the grave marker. "You're not gonna at least put some varnish on that?" Rocky asked me, approaching from behind. I jumped. "Rocky, you startled me, and what's varnish?" I asked. "Sorry, Casey, and varnish is a resin in a liquid for applying on wood, metal, or other materials to form a hard, clear, shiny surface when dry." Rocky said, running to get the varnish.

A few minutes later, Rocky came back with his Puppack on, and the varnish in his claw. "When do I get one of those?" I asked, pointing at Rocky's Puppack. "I guess, you'll get a Puppack when you join the team." Rocky said, handing me the can of varnish. "Thanks, Rocky." I said, taking the can. "You're welcome, Casey." Rocky said. I looked at the can, unsure on how to open it. "Need help, Casey?" Rocky asked. "Yes, please." I said. Rocky barked out his screwdriver, and opened the can of varnish. "Thanks, Rocky." I said. "Do you have a brush?" Rocky asked. "I did, but it didn't survive the fire." I said sadly. "I'll go get you a new one." Rocky said, running back to his Puphouse.

A few minutes later, Rocky came back with a new brush for me. "Here you go, Casey." Rocky said, handing me the brush. "Thanks, Rocky." I said, kneeling to varnish the funerary bowl. "So, what are you making anyway?" Rocky asked. "Its a funerary bowl, Werewolves use them to make offerings to the dead." I answered, dipping the brush into the varnish. "What kind of offerings?" Rocky asked. "Dry food, mostly." I answered, applying the first coat of varnish to the bowl. "You mean like jerky?" Rocky asked. "Yeah, I guess I do." I said as I finished applying the varnish to the bowl. "Did dad ever say he loved you?" Rocky asked. "I think he was afraid to, after what happened to Mother." I said sadly. "How about we ask Ryder where she's buried when he wakes up?" Rocky asked happily. "Yeah, I'd like that." I said happily, laying the funerary bowl on Father's Grave.

I walked back to my spot under the tree, put everything into my hand, then I walked over to the north side of the lawn, and summoned my shovel, and started digging a fire pit. "What are you doing?" Rocky asked me confused. "I'm building a kitchen." I answered, shoveling out the first bit of dirt. "Why?" Rocky asked confused. "So that you and the others can stop eating those weird rocks." I answered. "Can I help?" Rocky asked.