Who: Feathers, anyone wandering by Where: The riverbanks by the cove When: Day 245, What: Picking up the pieces
[Braving leeches, lizards, and unknown horrors of the deep shallows, a Pavo is knee-deep in the river, salvaging what's left of their bridge. A yellow flower (that has definitely seen better days) is still tucked into the front pocket of her overalls.]
Ahh, it really is completely broken . . . can we even make rope like this?