So, we are all trying to be extra patient and kind with Fox today. In the picture, we are playing war. Woody first thought all the soldiers should be equally distributed among us, but when it became plain that Fox wasn't really in a state to offer any of his, Woody worked with what was left. He counted them at 24, asked me how many was half, which I told him, and then he counted 12 out for himself and gave me the rest. It turned out that I was a little handicapped with no mortar men and two binoculars-holding generals, so he traded a few pieces back and forth until he felt the weaponry was more evenly matched.
But then, my entire army was exploded with one well-placed bomb before they'd even all been set up, so the battle was over and it was time for fish and chips lunch.