He sat in morning sunlight humming as he worked. The bits of bamboo were all shaped and he was finishing with the slender pegs. He held it up by one end and watched it wriggle as the other approached. "Did you get it?"
"Yeah, she left it right out in the open."
"Good." The small vial changed hands and he set to work, ignoring the smell. Two dots to represent eyes and twin stripes down the back. It would dry to a shiny red; perfect.
An irate voice was lifted in the distance, causing them both to freeze, "My polish!"
