A stoat in winter pelage guarding a mountain hare carcass from a pair of least weasels
“...and soe is the shell gold, being dry and burnisht with the small tooth of a weasel fastned into a stick.” From "Miniatura; or, The art of limning," by Edward Norgate, c. 1627
The kit provides itself sharp edges, all erupting from buds near time of first weaning, pushed out, as baby teeth will be, when larger knives replace its nursing set. Imagine a farmer, then, who’d caught and killed a weasel, learning its canine tooth, the dagger that bled his rabbits dry, would burnish some great lord’s portrait. And the wild creature, its joy in killing as pure as shell gold, sold in pieces for its fur, for art.