Jack was very pleased with himself. While the campfire cooking rig wasn't ready yet, the hatchet was, which was what he really needed to have today. The other could wait a bit, it wasn't a deal-breaker.
He had asked the smithy if he could borrow a shovel for a few hours, and to his great surprise, his request had been granted.
Today was going great.
Before long, he had the shallow pit that would end up being the bed dug, and had set about cleaning and dressing all the windfalls, and small sticks he would need to build the roof. Mama thought he had completely lost his mind when he had started digging though. [Bad spot!], and [Way too big!] and things to that effect, watching him work with concern, incredulity, and consternation. He just chuckled, but worried he would be in for another argument; Mama seemed pretty particular about her choice in den sites, that was for sure. He kept reminding her that this was temporary, and not meant to be one he would come back to year after year. It helped matters a bit, but she still felt the site was entirely wrong. It had taken some doing, and she was still not convinced of his assertions, but she had finally settled on waiting to see, after he confided that they could always stay at the inn a second night, if it came down to it-- apparently, the thought of more sausages was sufficient to dissuade her lack of faith in his carpentry skills.
He chuckled-- He would still need to get some cordage made, and needed to check in on some of his other orders, not to mention return the shovel at some point today. He stuck the hatchet into a nearby stump to keep it from being lost, gathered up his stuff, and started on the next round of checking on orders.
Crossing the town square, he noticed that a sign was out front on a previously closed building. "Magic Shoppe" huh...
His interest was piqued, he had a few minutes. He nuzzled and stroked mama a bit, then opened the door and went inside.