Adrift in the Dream, Sparks Beach pt2
“These food bars taste like sawdust.” Grumbled John.
The cat smiled up at the wolf, “Told you should have had a fish one.”
John wrinkled his nose at the bar that Claude held up to him. “A little too fishy for my liking. Smells like fish jerky.”
The cat turned the bar around and examined the wrappings. “It is, jerky.”
Kantuck offered, “Sorry they didn’t have wolves in mind when they outfitted the rations on the lifeboat.”