You make a sound-and-print file, which is a fancy name for columns and an honest eye.

Owl-hoot: question, tufts, mice. Coyote-yip: draw, crowd-voice, few bodies. Hare-hops: two-foot lie, four-foot truth. Ermine-stitch: tunnel. Stack them in spruce-dark and you get a claim-walker. Unstack them and you get a night you can tell at breakfast.

Ellis wants Solano’s left column beside your unstacking, so the stories do not get thrown in the stove. You agree. Throwing stories away is a different kind of waste.

The tarn would like the names said while the ice performs, which is a braver sentence.

Unstacking feels like taking apart a sandwich and still having lunch. Owl. Coyote. Hare. Ermine. Four fillings. One legend-bun. You can eat the lunch and keep the story of the bun for camp.