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Clover thinks about her meager supplies and frowns. What could she do with a toy, a candle, and a plushie? It's definitely not enough to go off of, even if she knew how to make things out of stuff off of the ground.
She'll need some tools for sure. A tinderbox at the very least.

Heading to her father's shed, she checks the lock with a hoof. It wasn't even latched, thankfully, so she slips inside the small room.

Digging around, she finds a box of matches, spindle of thick string for construction, and her Step Dad's toolbox. She sets it on the floor, reading "Property of Heavy Hammer" from the front. Isn't his name Iron Hammer? Maybe he stole it from the nearby lumber mill.

Digging through the box, she doesn't find too much of interest, except for a heavy hatchet at the bottom. This will definitely help! Testing the weight in her hooves, she gives it a little swing, stumbling from the sudden imbalance. Maybe not so good for fighting, but it's something.

The rest of the shed seems pretty barren, except for gardening supplies.

Heading to the front garden, she picks through her Mother's growings. With fall coming in, her Mother had already harvested most of what they needed, but she managed to find two cucumbers and a big tomato that seemed edible. It'll have to do.

The house seemed awfully quiet to her. Most of the lights were snuffed out, but she could hear her mother humming softly from the kitchen window as she she banged around with cabinets and cutlery. Odd. But she was too far gone now; no turning back.

With her flanks to the east, she made her way through the thick underbrush of the forest. Maybe one day she can come back and deal with that green jerk, but not today.

Clover begins to feel uneasy being so deep in the woods. She turns back to give one last look in the direction of home, her heart tugging her to run back and hug her Mom once more.

But as much as she wanted to she cannot go back. Clover sighs and turns back towards the woods. Stealing her resolve she continues on into the dark forest.

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Posted previously at: 2016-09-15T23:16:51 | Posted previously by: Psker
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