The Reaper
Today was to be the Reaping and so on. Gale felt worried and perplexed for what he assumed to be no reason, but there really was a reason after all because he was thinking about volunteering. He tried to hide it from Katniss.
"I know you're hiding something from me, Gale," she might have said. But this was Katniss. "Isn't today normal, Gale? I'm oblivious."
"Yeah, everything's perfectly normal and great," lied Gale with shifty eyes. "Hey, leave some squirrel for me."
For Katniss was close to completely devouring a squirrel they had caught together in a butterfly net thirty seconds before. "Crunch crunch" went the dead squirrel's bones in Katniss's mouth. "Mmm, tasty," crunched Katniss. Then the squirrel was no more.
"Aw, man. I was hungry," groaned Gale as his stomach grumbled. "I guess I'll have to eat this." Then Gale pulled something to eat out of his pocket. He ate it but felt unsatisfied.
Katniss belched and said, "I'm still hungry. That squirrel was too skinny." Then she licked its blood off her teeth. "Do you have any trail mix?"
"Yeah, I'm eating it," said Gale, eating trail mix. "Yummy."
The trees around them were tall and leafy and tree-like. It was a nice day.