by aurumlupus » Sun May 26, 2013 6:51 pm
Sev quickly gathered the wood into the pit, stacking it. he then took some and split them down until they were fine slivers, and used them for kindling. He then glanced at Shiya. "Could you go find me two sticks of about the same length that would be able to hold up the antelope's weight?" he asked her.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."