LateNightHacking Louis My Writing

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Nutsy was happy to rise when the sun set, while Josh preferred to sleep in. Therefore it was a groggy raccon that wandered into the workshop, followed by a cheery squirrel.

"What a great day! I had so much fun the last few days, visiting your parents. Your mom is such a good cook. Why don't you cook more like her? I mean, considering the breakfasts I've seen you make, it's hard to believe you two are related. What are those things? Potatoes? Brown somethings?"

The raccoon rubbed his eyes with his paws, trying to make them focus. "Hash browns."

"Yeah, that's it. Hash browns. Just take a potato, shred it, and stick it in a pan. That's real easy. Why don't you do that more often?"

"I don't like breakfast," mumbled the coon as the shuffled across the workshop. He grunted as he bumped into the corner of a saw horse.

"Well, you wouldn't believe it from the way you were inhaling your mother's hash browns."

Standing by the workbench against the far wall, the raccon gave the squirrel a friendly glare. He pulled open a shallow drawer and began sifting through the pieces of paper inside it.

"I was watching her make breakfast, and I couldn't figure out what she was going to do with all those potatoes. Then I saw the way you and your father put those things away, and I was worried I was going to have to defend my plate when you two had finished off the serving platter." He watched the raccon shift papers back and forth, trying to find something.

Finally Josh threw up his paws in annoyance and turned to his friend. "Nutsy, tell me again what heck am I doing out here?"

"You are getting an early start on Mrs. ***'s order, You told me to get you up early, so I did. I'm telling you, you'd be amazed what you can accomplish when you don't sleep half the day away."

Josh seemed to ponder that, then turned to the squirrel with annoyance. "Then what am I doing looking through here? I assume you still have the order form, since you didn't deliver it to me earlier?"

"Of course. It's right here!" and he handed a folded piece of paper over to the raccoon.

Josh unfolded the paper, trying to flatten it out. He flipped though the papers in the drawer again and pulled out one that satisfied him. Closing the drawer, he seated himself on a stool at the workbench and studied the order form that Nutsy had brought him. Refering to the generic crib plans he had pulled out of the draw, he scribbled a few notes on the order form and turned to face his workshop with a smile. Josh was a carpenter, and the only thing he thought worth getting up early for was working on a project.

Soon Josh was selecting stock, measuring and cutting under the squirrel's interested eye. Nutsy found Josh's work interesting, though he did not share the raccoon's passion for woodworking.

Josh was carfully marking off the location of dowel holes with a charcoal marking stick, when the squirrel burst out laughing.