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I
never
thought
about
Peeta
eating
the
squirrels
I
shot
.
Somehow
I
always
pictured
the
baker
quietly
going
off
and
frying
them
up
for
himself
.
Not
out
of
greed
.
But
because
town
families
usually
eat
expensive
butcher
meat
.
Beef
and
chicken
and
horse
.
"
You
can
coach
us
together
,
"
I
tell
Haymitch
.
Peeta
nods
.
"
All
right
,
so
give
me
some
idea
of
what
you
can
do
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
"
I
ca
n't
do
anything
,
"
says
Peeta
.
"
Unless
you
count
baking
bread
.
"
"
Sorry
,
I
do
n't
.
Katniss
.
I
already
know
you
're
handy
with
a
knife
,
"
says
Haymitch
.
"
Not
really
.
But
I
can
hunt
,
"
I
say
.
"
With
a
bow
and
arrow
.
"
"
And
you
're
good
?
"
asks
Haymitch
.
I
have
to
think
about
it
.
I
've
been
putting
food
on
the
table
for
four
years
.
That
's
no
small
task
.
I
'm
not
as
good
as
my
father
was
,
but
he
'd
had
more
practice
.
I
've
better
aim
than
Gale
,
but
I
've
had
more
practice
.
He
's
a
genius
with
traps
and
snares
.
"
I
'm
all
right
,
"
I
say
.
"
She
's
excellent
,
"
says
Peeta
.
"
My
father
buys
her
squirrels
.
He
always
comments
on
how
the
arrows
never
pierce
the
body
.
She
hits
every
one
in
the
eye
.
It
's
the
same
with
the
rabbits
she
sells
the
butcher
.
She
can
even
bring
down
deer
.
"
