Early in the morning, when it is time to start the daily chores, whomever emerges from the front door stumbles upon a surprise.
Sitting on the dusty ground is a square sheet of paper birch bark like a curled square plate. It holds a wide assortment of local nuts and freshly picked berries. There is such a variety that it is doubtful they were purchased at the local food markets, but rather are the fruit of a day or more of foraging.
Any traces of footprints have been carefully erased.