"Smarter cat than us monkeys," Jo replied, duly impressed. She'd tried navigating the rock pile, but it had nearly caught her under another shift and roll as she unsettled the pile. She stepped around the rock now, glancing from the kiarr to the fishing hole they'd been trying to build. "Now sure how we could lever it into the water, though. That part's trickier. Wish we'd got that tool kid, we could build some kind of winch system if we had nails and a hammer!"

But that was neither here nor there. Jo attempted to roll the rock and managed to get it a little further, out into the lapping water. There she stopped, lips pursed. "Well, it's the thought that fucking counts." But then she'd been moving stones all day. She was exhausted even if she wasn't going to admit it. "We'll get it out there eventually. You go in water?" she asked, changing the subject.