"I think Boo and Marcus need to arm wrestle." Jay moved from one stake to the next, pounding them in with his camp axe.

Boo wandered over toward Marcus and eyed the scattered pieces on the ground. It squeaked contemplatively.

"Even in the woods, I can handle the wilderness," Jay commented as he drove the last stake in. He had been adroit in setting up his tent. He glanced to the sky and rubbed his chin.