squashed in like sardines

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Amun grunted and hoisted the bucket in his left hand a little higher. It was filled with damp clay that he'd gathered from the edge of one of the pits he'd discovered over his years in the Hollowed Ground. "Thanks for helping out." He glanced over at Maea and smiled. After discovering his supplies were running low he'd asked her to lend a hand in gathering more for his pottery shop.

Meeting up just after the sun set, he'd led the way and they'd filled their buckets. Now they were just trekking through the Woodland on their way back to his studio.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid