Maybe he'll try to make a pie or a cobbler, Cricket thinks. He never gets the crust right, but Aunt Winnie would eat it anyway, and so would he, and probably the fox wouldn't be as interested in the crust as the berry filling. Mm, blackberry and apple pie? That sounds good, too.
He must be hungry.
He begins by tucking a towel under the wounded foot and then just cleaning it up with cool water, hoping to ease some of the inflammation. "Aunt Winnie ain't quite right in the head," he explains as he works, callused hands gentle and slow. "Just age, I guess. She needs me to take care of her an' make sure she eats and gets a bath and all of that. She mostly raised me so it's only fair. Just gets lonely when it's just me and her and all she wants to talk about is thinkin' someone in the woods is waiting to steal from her. Like we got anything to steal in the first place."
"I got friends, I just can't be around 'em all the time." Pausing in the cleansing, he holds out his hand to let the fox sniff it, half hoping he'll be allowed to scratch behind its ears.
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He must be hungry.
He begins by tucking a towel under the wounded foot and then just cleaning it up with cool water, hoping to ease some of the inflammation. "Aunt Winnie ain't quite right in the head," he explains as he works, callused hands gentle and slow. "Just age, I guess. She needs me to take care of her an' make sure she eats and gets a bath and all of that. She mostly raised me so it's only fair. Just gets lonely when it's just me and her and all she wants to talk about is thinkin' someone in the woods is waiting to steal from her. Like we got anything to steal in the first place."
"I got friends, I just can't be around 'em all the time." Pausing in the cleansing, he holds out his hand to let the fox sniff it, half hoping he'll be allowed to scratch behind its ears.