I've been trying to cheer myself up when I came up with this little gem; Tom fetched more planks while Marta continued to work on sealing the door. This had to work; with only a few more hours to sunrise, they had to survive the night where they were. With an impatient tut, Marta dropped her mallet. "What's wrong?" asked Tom. "I broke a nail," grumbled Marta. "There's a werewolf out there and that's what you're worried about?" "Yes, I'm running low," she said impatiently, waving the two halves of a snapped metal pin in Tom's face. I've got to use that somewhere. Maybe not in my next book, but one day. Do you have any bad jokes?