He’d already eaten
one. He would eat this one soon. He eyed the graham crackers, marshmallows and
chocolate waiting in the scout leader’s tent.
Meanwhile, there was loud, excited conversation amongst the boys. Most had camped before and knew what to
do. This was Paul’s first time.
Paul smiled at his best
friend, Nicky James. Nicky held his hot
dog over the fire. It was beyond the
cooked stage. Now it resembled charcoal
more than processed meat. Nevertheless,
Nicky was determined to roast it until it broke into pieces and fell into the
fire. He held the dog over the fire for
a few minutes. Then he would lift the
stick and bring the wiener close. After
a close inspection, he would frown and thrust it back in the fire.
Paul was hungry and
preferred to eat. Nicky was a picky
eater. Paul once considered calling his
friend Picky Nicky but decided against it.
Nicky said, “Hey Paul, ya ever cooked a marshmallow before?”
“Nope.”
“You leave em in the fire
for a minute and hit catches fire. Then
it’s like a torch.”
“Really? Cool!”
“Yeah, it is. Then you can rip the skin off and eat it and
make another torch. It's great!”
Paul smiled. This was so unlike his normal life. Living in the city, he only knew buildings and
concrete. The woodlands were so
foreign but he loved it. His attention was drown to Ronnie, the oldest
scout in the troop. Ronnie announced, “I’m
going to take crap over here in the woods.
Then I’m going to wipe with some leaves that I find and I don’t even
care if they are poison ivy.”
They were.
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