"Sure." I said happily. "What do we need?" Rocky asked. "A couple of posts, some rope, and a tent." I listed. "I'll see what I've got in my truck." Rocky said, running to his truck. I kept digging the fire pit. Twenty minutes later, I finished digging the fire pit. "Alright, here are the rope and posts." Rocky said, walking back to me with the rope and posts. "Thanks, Rocky, set them down next to the fire pit." I said, scooping out another shovelful of dirt. "OK." Rocky said, setting the stuff down. I worked in silence digging the fire pit.
An hour later, I finished digging the fire pit. "Two logs wide, by two logs long, by one foot deep." Rocky observed. "What's going on so early?" Chase asked, walking over to the fire pit. "What with the hole?" Rubble asked, following Chase. "Casey dug a fire pit." Rocky answered as I started summoning the firewood I gathered in the forest. "Why's it so small?" Rubble asked. "That's how Father taught me to make it." I answered as I finish summoning the firewood. "What was life with Dad like?" Rocky asked as I summoned my saw. "It wasn't easy, but we did our best" I answered, grabbing the first log. "How did you survive out there?" Chase asked as I knelt down to start sawing the log. "You saw what was left of our campsite, and we had a water purifier on the coast." I answered, finishing the first cut one third down it's length. "What did you do for food?" Rubble asked, his tummy growling. "Hunting, fishing, and trapping for meat," I answered, starting the second cut. "And we had a small garden, where we grew what we could." I finished the second cut, same as the first. "What did you grow?" Rocky asked as I started the third cut. "Potatoes, and Blackberries mostly." I answered, finishing the third cut, and putting it into the fire pit, cut side up.
"What did you hunt with?" Chase asked as I started sawing the log. "I used a short bow, Father used his Rifle." I answered as I finished the first cut. "What are you gonna do with your dad's rifle?" Chase asked as I started the second cut. "Well, I plan on putting it in my room, when I get my own room that is." I answered as I finished the third cut, and put the log into the fire pit.
"Oh, yeah, I turned Chase's room into a nursery." Rocky chuckled. Chase blushed. "Are you gonna make breakfast, Casey?" Rubble asked as I started sawing the third log. "Do we even have any food, aside from those weird rocks?" I asked, finishing the first cut. "Let's go ask Ryder." Rocky said as he walked off, with Chase and Rubble following after him. A few minutes later, I finished sawing the third and fourth logs, and put them into the fire pit.
I summoned my stew pot, and put it on the logs. Then, I grabbed the rope and posts Rocky brought me. "Three pots long, plus the knots" I said to myself as I measured the the rope to cut it. I then hammered one of the posts into the ground, and walked over to the other side of the fire pit to do the same. After that, I tied the rope to the post I was standing next to, and walked back to the other one to do the same. Finally, I walked to the stew pot, and mounted it on the rope.
"Hey, Casey." Ryder said, walking up to me and dragging some kind of wheeled crate behind him. "Hey, Ryder." I said, waving to Ryder. "So, I hear that you wanna cook breakfast for the team." Ryder said as he pulled the wheeled crate closer to the fire pit. "Yeah, is this the ingredients we have?" I asked, motioning to the crate's contents. "Yes, it is, here you go, Casey." Ryder answered as he lifted smaller crates out of the wheeled crate. "Thanks, Ryder." I said as I started looking a what I had to work with. "Carrots, potatoes, and meat, look like everything I need to make some stew." I mumbled to myself. "You want me to call Marshall so he can spray some water into your pot?" Ryder asked me as I slid the stew pot aside. "Yes, please." I answered as I summoned a metal grate, and set it on the logs. "OK, I'll call him." Ryder said as I lay the meat on the grate. "Hey, Marshall, you up?" Ryder asked as I summoned my Flint and Steel, and lit the logs one by one. "Hey, Ryder, what's up?" Marshall asked, his voice coming through Ryder's Puppad. "Casey's making the team stew for breakfast, and we need you to fill the pot with water." Ryder answered as I flipped the meat over so it would cook evenly. "I'll be right there, Ryder." Marshall said, hanging up as I cut the meat to check if its done. I was, so I lifted the grate off the logs.
Marshall came running over to me and Ryder, and tripped on his own paws. I jumped and caught him. "Thanks, Casey." Marshall said as I set him on the ground. "No problem, Marshall." I said as I knelt down to sort through the crates. "Ruff, Water Cannons!" Marshall barked. Marshall's Water Cannons extended from his Puppack, and sprayed water into the pot. "Thanks, Marshall." I said, pouring a crate out into the wheeled crate. "Need help with anything else, Casey?" Ryder asked. "Can you slide the pot over the fire pit?" I asked Ryder as I summoned my vegetable knife, and chopped the potatoes into cubes. "OK." Ryder said as he slid the pot over the fire pit. "Swedish torches in a square formation." Marshall observed. "Swedish?" I said, confused. "Oh, yeah, you don't know that other countries are." Ryder said as I sliced the carrots. "I know the Canine Liberation Front were rebels fighting the government of this country." I said, quoting my Father as I cut the meat into pieces suitable for the stew, and sliding the ingredients into the water. A few minutes later, the stew was done so I slid the pot off the fire. Marshall sprayed water on the fire. "I'll go get the Pups bowls, and one for you, Casey." Ryder said, walking off to get the bowls.
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Casey's Adventures Book 1: Casey Joins The PAW Patrol
FanfictionRaised by his Father in the forest, things are normal until the Hunter appears and causes forest fire, killing his Father and costing him his left arm, waking up in a temple with a magic prosthetic he sets out to fulfill his Father's final commandme...
