Ah, yes. Another morning after camping in the woods with his brother, frog, and of course, their trusty bird guide who Greg was still convinced was magic, (and who still totally owed him a wish) Beatrice! Smell that morning air. Feel that nice, camp dirt between your fingers!
Alright, his hands were really dirty right now. He ought to find a stream or something or wash them off in! Orrrr he could just wipe them off on his pants. Bet you can't guess which one he wound up doing! That's right. Now his overalls were covered in dirt. Just the way it should be. They were camping, after all. Even if Wirt kept telling him that they weren't.
Excuse you, Wirt, if you make a fire and sleep on the ground all nigh, you're definitely camping.
Speaking of Wirt, it'd probably be a while longer since he woke up. Greg always was the earlier bird of the two! In fact, back home, Greg had a bad reputation of waking up Wirt at least an hour before his alarm clock went off so the older could help him make waffles. Also pizza on that one occasion. Pizza for breakfast. Why didn't more people do that?
Well, there was no sense in waking up Wirt early today. They didn't have a waffle maker out here with them, after all. A shame, but Greg would survive. He, Wirt, Beatrice, and Aaron Carter would-
Wait a minute, where was Aaron Carter? Well, he guessed he should hurry up and find him before Wirt got up! As worried as Wirt would be about the frog missing, (maybe? maybe not, actually) he'd be even more worried if Greg were missing too!
However, the first animal he stumbled across was not a frog. In fact, it was that same little bird that he'd mentioned earlier!
"Oh! Beatrice! Have you seen Aaron Carter? I think he must have sleep walked away from us last night!"
