“Let’s look for some vines, like the kind we used to weave the fishing net,” I suggested the next morning. True to her word, Yvonne had awoken early and gone to collect dew. She had managed to collect two full bottles of it, and our supplies were sufficient for another day or two if we were sparing with it.
“What are we going to do with them?” Yvonne asked curiously. All of us had just woken up, and none of us had had anything to eat. Upon hearing my suggestion, Rosie shot me a baffled look, and Claire merely looked irritated.
“We’re going to make some traps. We have the baskets we used for fishing, but those are more wide than tall. We should aim for the opposite this time - something not as wide, but taller,” I explained.
“Oh!” Euphie exclaimed, her face lighting up. “Maybe we can cat
