"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. I count the canon fires. And Marvel confirms after he counted the bodies. Cato and I high five and we all start going through the supplies. We go through everything. I discovered that the insider of my jacket has the same hooks and pockets at my belt and I ferociously search through all of the bins for more knifes.
"Clove, come here." I hear Glimmer calling me from the other side of the cornucopia. She is standing over a bin, beaming. As I get closer to the bin I see full of metal. And then I see that it is full to the brim of knifes. Granted, the bin is rather small, but that is a lot of knifes. I see Cato and Marvel make there way over as well. I continue taking knifes out of the bin until every hook and pocket on my belt and in my jacket is occupied. I pick up another knife, and just for kicks I threw it into the back of a lizard I see crawling about 14 feet away. The other careers and I laugh.
"Um… Cato," Andrew says. We all look over to him and he shrinks back, "The mines are reburied." He says and waits there for further instruction.
"Ok, we are going to pile all the supplies up inside the bomb circle." Cato tells us and we do as he says. We continue to pile up the supplies until they are all in a mound of untouchable appeal. No one can get our supplies or they with blow up. We admire our work when we see the small but muscular body of Peeta Mellark walk out of the woods.