Jennifer's Journal Chapter 7
Alright, so, I didn't mean to overhear this, but Reagan was talking to a wolf-turtle just outside of the cabin window. Reagan is a young adult, not quite middle-aged like me, Kalvin, or Al. She's a dark skinned woman with poofy pigtails and a slender but muscular build.
She told the dog-turtle (Named Hephestus or Steve, depending on who you ask) that life was almost too easy now. She was active back home, working on cars and motorcycles since she was old enough to stand, but here, all she could do was pick food that didn't need tending.
She told Hephestus that she felt useless and that a mechanic was nothing without tools. I could almost hear the epiphany in her silence. She stood and ran, screaming for Trevor.
That was about when little Draco walked into the cabin holding two rabbits with chicken wings. He asked me, "can you hold my cock, hare, and pullet?"
I'm a middle school teacher, so I've heard this joke before, and I rolled my eyes, but I've never seen someone do the joke.
By the way, I didn't know this until I heard the joke, but a young hen is also known as a pullet.
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Later that day, I saw her and Trevor (a tall, bookish white man with blonde hair) holding piles of rocks in their shirts. Apparently, Trevor had found a deposit of iron that spans a mile around the cave. They dug a pit that night and scooped coals from the fire, but decided it wouldn't be enough.
The next day, they had stacked up a bunch of rocks. They melted a few peices of iron in the hole they dug and turned them into a crude hammer. Then they melted out a couple of thin peices and hammered them into pick axes on the stack of stones. By the end of the week, they had an anvil of metal. Since then, a day hasn't gone by without Reagan and Travis covering themselves in dust and ash and covering the woods with the ringing of steel. I think I see another love story unfurling in those two.
Al was a little bit upset that they waited until after the cabin was built to make tools, but he didn't mind burning the notches into the logs as much as he pretended.
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Hephestus and Aphrodite had a hateful love
But both sent us a blessing
That formed an iron dove
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