Sharptooth still had charge of the fire.
She ate wild roots that grew near.
She cracked nuts that she found in the trees close by.
She ate berries in a neighboring patch.
But she never went far away, and she never stayed away long.
The blueberries were now ripe, so she went to the patch.
How she wished she might stay a long time!
But as soon as she had eaten a few, she hurried home to the fire.
As she scrambled over the fallen trees, she broke off a handful of bushes.
They were loaded with ripe blueberries.