Chapter FourteenJack ran his fingers over the wood. It felt smooth and he picked up his carving knife. He had chosen a white pine and, as he whittled away, a shape slowly began to emerge. He deftly formed the wood into a mouse with large droopy ears. It wasn't to his personal taste but tourists loved them.
He had never stopped with his woodwork. Kitto had kept him pretty busy for the last twenty three years, but he always made time for his carvings. He found it both relaxing and rewarding. It was the perfect way to unwind after a busy day being put through his paces. He also felt better about it now that he didn't just throw them away. It was true that he still hadn't given one as a present, not even to Kitto. He had considered it, but he and Kitto just didn't do the whole 'present' thing
