LBJ Campfire, Thursday Night

[likethegun]

Sometime during the day, Sam had come to a sad realization - he hadn't had nearly enough s'mores for the amount of time they'd been out at the cabins. When the evening rolled around and the sun finally went down, he lit the cabin's campfire and set himself up with all the necessary supplies, to cook for himself and for anyone else who sat down.

It wasn't long before he figured out that his marshmallow roasting stick was also good for keeping tiny moose away from the fire. It was kind of amazing how this place still found ways to weird him out, even after all this time.

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[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"Better bury it," Jennifer said. "Then it'll be extra secret."

[yakkoyaks.livejournal.com]

"Orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr I could do this," Yakko said. He grabbed his hat, put it on the blanket on the safe, and pulled the hat down. How all of that fit inside a hat was probably best left unasked. "Francois!" Yakko called to the tiny moose. "Take the hat and hide it! Mush, boy! Mush!"

The moose grabbed the hat's chinstrap with his teeth and ran off, carrying the hat far, far away.

[not-jaded-yet.livejournal.com]

"That works," Jennifer said. "And a very inventive way to fix things. You really confront that stuff by the antlers."