Mini Forage

Hello, everyone, Carlos here. That strange noise you hear is Mavis’ wheelie basket as I return empty bottles for a refund before picking up some firewood. Since it’s still too icy to bike, this is a mini forage, though I’m paying for the wood instead of gathering it. The cold snap has lasted unusually long, and people are getting fed up—some probably booking flights to Mexico. Now at the woodlot, I’ll choose a bundle, pay, and head back through the forest—bye for now!