The constant sound of stone clacking on stone was starting to wear on Skye. She sat shivering in her nylon camping chair, her sweatshirt, blanket, and fur failing to keep out the chill. In front of her, Judy crouched at the firepit and tirelessly tried to light the kindling. But all there was was clacking.
Clacking.
Clacking…..
"OH!" Judy's cry of excitement made the vixen jump in her seat. The bunny was now hunched over, carefully coaxing the tiny spark into a stable fire. She sat back on her heels, astounded. But her reverie lasted only a moment before she jumped up with outstretched arms. "I MADE FIRE!"
Skye jumped up in excitement. "She made fire, bitches!"
"THAT'S RIGHT, I DID! TAKE THAT NICK!"
"TAKE THAT, JACK!" Skye cackled with her friend. "Those guys can keep their stupid poker night! They can ditch our camping trip all they want." She put a paw on her hip and fist bumped Judy, who put Gazelle on her phone and started dancing around. "BECAUSE THIS BITCH CAN MAKE FIRE!"