You Can't Ride In My Little Red Wagon

Áskell shrugged at Gossamer, the speckled girl with the green eyes. If she didn't want to help build the fire then that was fine with him. He looked to the other girl who was interested in building a fire to and that immediately made her way cooler in his mind. "Great, we'll build the best fire ever!"

He started hunting around, looking for sticks. Whenever he found one that he thought was good he trotted back with it to the fire ring. He soon had a collection of sticks. "What do you two want to be when you grow up?"

His magpie examined the sticks. "Ok, start stacking the largest sticks in the bottom, then the medium ones and then we can put some leaves on top." The bird picked up one of the larger sticks and dragged it into the fire pit. Áskell soon joined laying the larger sticks in a row then adding the medium ones on top of those.