The boy chokes. He sets his teeth, seething and blushing. "What! I- I can't be n-naked with four women, no matter how good of friends we are, and--I d-demand a loincloth. In one of our supply packages, I just so happened to find a l-loincloth. And Erna can s-sew, so she makes clothes from all the squirrels whose meat we're not carrying back. So there. No one is naked."

Autor pinches the bridge of his nose. "Clara is lost! Lose five days! She is seven! Who let her wander away from the wagon? She must have been starving when we found her again."