You walked deep into the woods, and ripped sticks off from dead trees. In moments, you had a whole armful of wood. Then, You went back to the campsite.

You grabbed the sticks and put them in a pile, then rubbed a stick against another, making sparks that resulted to a fire. "Ah, splendid job!" Salad Fingers told you. You smiled, and sat next to the fire. After afew minutes, salad crawled next to the fire, also. "Done." He said. "Oh re-" you said, looking back at the tent.

It was a single bar, balanced on one end with the actual tent fabric laid on top. "I, dont, Uhm.." you started, but decided not to say anything. "Ahh.. what a peaceful evening.." he said, with his Hubert finger puppet on one of his fingers. You looked up to the Smokey sky. "Every wonder why.. it's so Smokey?" You asked, looking at salad. "Pardon?" "The sky.. it's always so grey.." you said. "I don't understand what you mean, chap. I don't recall it being at all Smokey. It was quite the sunny day today." He replied.

But it.. wasn't.

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