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This is 124's weirder side, and I'm your guide, Odd.
Is there life on other planets?
Could we live on Mars?
Is SPAM a real meat, or is it a compressed alien life form?
Find these answers and more somewhere else, because we don't know.
But if we ever find out we'll post it.
Do you want to know where to find really cool plants? Camp Pretty Pond has our favorite plants, Venus' Fly traps, Pitcher Plants, sundews, Bladder worts, and Butterworts. (They are all carnivorous plants.)
Say hello to my little friend, Bob. Say hi Bob.
I want to claw your eyes out!
(Alien for, I want to claw your eyes out! )
This is a story about a camping trip, when camp was a little stranger than usual.
Odd's nightmare camping trip
It was a wonderful day for a camping trip, or so it seemed at first. We arrived at the camp site and proceeded to set up camp. One of the girls, Nellie forgot to put the cook stove in the camp box and we had to cook over an open fire. It took hours to light and once we got it lit, we had to eat slightly overdone hot dogs.
Come on light, please oh please light!
After that we decided to go canoeing. We didn't notice the sea-monster that had taken up residence in the lake until it tipped our canoe. The minnows were starving and when they saw food they charged. We forgot about canoeing for a while.
This looks harmless.
"Alright that wasn't such a good idea. But how was I to know that there was a monster, and killer minnows, and that the eagles tried to eat us when they came after the fish?", asked Lydia. "Besides, what can get us in a swimming pool?"
So the girls went swimming, bad idea. There were monster spiders and kamikaze birds flying about the rafters in the changing room.The pool had living, walking, moldy unidentifiable stuff, that didn't like us either. So as we were fleeing for our lives the pollen from the plants was stirred up and we proceeded to sneeze. What's bad about that? Well with trees and rocks all over the place a few got bumped on the head, and other places.
pretty, AHHH-CHOO!
"This bites, let's go home while we're still alive," said Rora.
"No, we can't. Our parents will never let us go camping alone ever again," reasoned Celia. The girls agreed to stay the night and go home in the morning as planned. "Now what about dinner?", asked Celia.
"Let's do s'mores," I suggested. I figured we probably wouldn't be able to ruin them. I was right. It was the best meal we had on that trip.
No rain, yet.
When we crawled into our sleeping bags that night, we forgot to make sure that nothing touched the sides of the tent. This wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't rained. Of course, there was a torrential downpour that night. We all ran for the shelter to wait for the storm to end. We looked like a bunch of drowned rats. Morning couldn't have come soon enough. We packed up and waited for our parents. But our troubles weren't over. Evil bloodthirsty bugs and a scorching sun came out. Sitting in the shade didn't help much.
HOT!
In the campground there were no running water toilets, just latrines, and we tried to avoid them at all costs. But when you have to go and you're waiting for someone important that's what you'll use, no matter how smelly, icky, or spider-infested.
AHHHHHHHHH!
Just when we thought things couldn't get any worse, K.D., the camp ranger, came and told us the bad news. "Last night's rain flooded all the roads. Your parents won't be able to get through until tomorrow. And don't forget, you still have to do a service project. You could put a new roof on the Lodge!"
"Yeah right, we would probably fall off and kill ourselves the way this trip is going," I mumbled.
So, we reluctantly unpacked and tried to cook a decent lunch. "I'm bored", remarked Laurel, "Let's do arts and crafts."
"Like what?", asked Celia.
"I know, what about a nature collage?", I said . The others agreed and went off to look for neat leaves or berries for their collages. As we were walking we must have walked too near to a bird's nest because, the next thing we knew, we were being attacked by two birds. We took off running through spider's webs, mud puddles, and everything else imaginable. We never did make those collages.
"Well that bit the Big One," said Rora, "Do you have any more bright ideas, Odd?"
"How about orienteering?" I asked. Everyone agreed, so we left. Of course we got lost. Then it started to get cold and we started to get hungry. We wandered around the lake a couple of times until we realized that we past the camp a couple of times too. We finally figured out where the camp was and had to eat stale graham crackers for dinner. All during the night we heard strange noises. We looked out of our tents and saw pairs of eyes looking back at us.
Kitty?
We were relieved when the sun came up so we could go home. We quickly packed up and left. That night the adults got an idea. "Hey girls!" they said,"How about another camping trip, with us too, at the camp you were at? It looked like a nice place."
"Oh no not again!", I groaned.
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