When the sun finally set it was like the whole swamp had come alive to the tune of chirps and hoots of all sorts of nocturnal birds and insects. The corporals stood in front of the fire and Young threw a bunch of herbs that were said to keep mosquitoes away in the campfire. It was just one of the tricks she picked on her deceivingly long life.
"What do you think happened to him? One moment he was a very handsome and patient man, then the next it was like he got a stick up his butt." Mayhem complainen.
"Who knows, maybe his patience reached its limit." Young replied.
"Who cares? I don't know about you, but I'm not taking orders from him anymore. He made us do all the job while he laid on his back the whole day." Rusty scoffed.
