Our breakfast is three pancakes each, with strawberries on the side. (Yes I feed my pet fox strawberries)
Its pretty good, considering the lack of resources.
After breakfast, Toby and I are sitting on my bed having a one sided conversation.
Because toby can't talk.
Its lonely having no one to chat with, but I manage.
"Don't you wish we had a third, Toby, someone who could watch you while I'm out scavenging," I sigh.
Toby's ears perk up, showing that he's listening to my every word.
My gas mask is on the bedside table, calling to me.
'go outside'
