Bacon here from Summer Camp. There are a bunch of vultures here at camp. No I’m not talking about Alfred Hitchcock and birds of nature. I’m talking about thieves. Someone in the cabin ate all of my Animal Crackers yesterday. They are not admitting to who did it. Don’t mess with the pig. This means war. Good thing I packed my Ninja outfit when you weren’t looking.
Today we had to go running. Snorts – as if this pig runs. Unless there is food in the distance that is calling me, why would this oinker run? So there I was softly walking to our destination. My counselor Wolf creeped up behind me and howled. What an as*$*!) I took off running like it was really the Big Bad Wolf after me. After a while of running, I heard clapping. It took me a few minutes to realize it was just my thighs cheering me on. That Wolf is a true as$*!&
Tonight, we get to sleep outside “under the stars in the fresh air”. Really? Do these people not watch television? I’d rather be behind a locked door. But then again, my Ninja outfit could come in handy tonight to find the culprit that ate my beloved Animal Crackers. Evil snorts.