Whittled

A walk up a hill, alternately cajoling, rebuking, pulling and encouraging weans. It's best to mainly ignore their tales of sore legs, feet and tiredness and just get them to within 100 yards of the trig point by any means necessary. Once they see the trig point they go haring off to be first to sit on it. Tiredness forgotten.

Must've been a reasonable hike though. I managed to whittle five spoons and a spork. If only it'd had my little curvy knife to scoop the bowls of the spoons.