Chapter 9 Preparing for Winter
I had originally planned to start working on turning the grass stalks that the other kids had gathered for me into my pseudo-papyrus, but it seems like fate had other plans for me.
“Maine,” says my mother, grabbing me by the scruff of my neck as I try to slip out the door.
“Eep?!” I squeak, startled.
“Where do you think you’re going? I told you, today we have to start preparing for the winter, right?”
I was trying to go down to the well so that I could start working on extracting the plant fibers from these stalks.
Soon, we’ll all be stuck indoors as the long winter creeps in, so we’ll have to make preparations in advance. Why, though, am I being pressed into service? I’m so weak that I’m not good for anything! According to Maine’s memories, all she eve
