This summer I went to camp.
I slid on the ramp when I went to camp.
I went to camp and slid on on the ski ramp.
No snow, no ice, nothing to fear except that thorn bush.
I ran from the nurse who was going to give me a shot.
�Into the water!� I thought. �I�ll be safe in there.�
I was wrong.
Into the water I fled where a shark was waiting in the reeds.
I ran from the water with the shark on my tail;
I managed to run into my tent where blood-thirsty zombies were watching TV.
I wanted to run but it was too late, they already had me on their plate.
Then who should appear but Powdered Toast Man.
�Cling strongly to my buttocks!� he said. �And I shall carry you to safety.�
So I clung to his butt, and we flew and we flew till he dropped me in a volcano.
In the volcano I turned into ashes and cinder.
Then the volcano erupted and what was left of me flowed out and into a vat of mutigen where I got reincarnated back into me.
So I walked back to Camp Zombie, and I think I have made up my mind:
I want to come back next year.
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