Author's Note: I wrote these little drabbles to help raise awareness of US food banks' shortage of food donations. Hear the NPR news story at: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6530180

And find a food bank near you at America's Second Harvest: http://www.secondharvest.org/

Please note, I am not affiliated with NPR or Second Harvest in anyway. Just trying to encourage people to donate food. :D If you like the fic, donate food and spread the word!

IV. MISS

The fourth time River hit him with a can of peaches was more of a miss. He’d been walking into the galley when he got the feeling there was trouble up ahead. Jayne stopped dead in his tracks but the can still landed on the top of his foot, missing the steel toe of his boot by millimeters. She’d been lying in wait with her legs braced across the top of the cupboards on either side of the doorway.

Good thing he’d stopped or he’d have gotten the can to his head again, he thought as he limped away cussing.

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