| Southsward Patrol 48 Campfire Tales |
| You approach a large fire ring built in the center of the camp. Four logs are around it have various young and old Patrollers sitting on it. One uprooted stump serves as a podium in one corner. An ancient squirrel stands on it, telling a heart-pounding ghost story. You sit down and hear the end, but it doesn't make much sense without the beginning. "Anybody else have a story to tell?" asks the old squirrel. Another, younger, squirrel stands up and begins a light-hearted and funny tail about a mole and a vole that live in a hole. You question the old squirrel as he sits down about the stories. "Do you just make these stories up as you go along?" you ask. "Oh, some of us, but that's really hard to do. Most of us make them up, get them written down and then everyone can tell them and nothing gets messed up over time." "How interesting!" you exclaim. "Who keeps the stories, who would I give mine to?" The squirrel chuckles. "Who else but Ripple, bucko? That otter's got a lot to do around this patrol, m'friend!" But he acknowledges her with a nod. "She gets it done, too. It takes her a while, though! Yep, send your stories to her, and they'll be part of our archives!" First Writing Contest: Write the story aforementioned, about the mole and the vole who live in a vole that live in a hole. This is the sort of thing that would be best done in poetry form. Send the entries to Ripple as usual, and either include "Mole/Vole/Hole Contest" in the subject, or hopefully I should be able to figure out who the story's about. This contest is STILL ON, so send in those entries! Go to the Story Archives and read a tale! Go Back To The Main Camp |