The table was set for five; spoons and knives were on the right, forks on the left, glasses filled with water. In the middle of the wooden shipping box the family used as a practical, yet perhaps unfashionable table, sat a rather large roasted squirrel. Beside it lay a beast of a carving knife (five inches long!) set on a folded satin cloth where someone important was to be sure to see it. Set neatly around the table at precise intervals sat, in order, a child's rocking chair, a miniature bongo drum, a log that could make room for two little creatures, and a small stump that had had a crude indent carved in the middle of it to attempt to make the person sitting in it more comfortable.
