Thereās a camp game that everyone loves called āIām Arthur Morganā. It happened when Mary-Beth was telling some story and tried to do an impression of Arthur as she told it, and Karen stopped him and said,
āNo no no, thatās not how you do it.ā Karen stood up, scowled, put her hands on her belt, and said (in her lowest, gruffest voice) āIām Arthur Morgan. I can shoot a manās hat off from five miles away.ā
Tilly objected, saying that sheād known Arthur longer and was the real expert on the topic. She scowled even harder, stood with her legs as far apart as her skirt allowed, and said (in her lowest, gruffest voice) āIām Arthur Morgan, and I only ride horses that have killed a man.ā
Theyāve attracted some attention by now, and Sean (who canāt let fun happen without him) joins in. āIām Arthur Morgan, and I can scowl the paint off of walls.ā Itās an ok impression, but the girls are unsettled by Sean speaking in an American accent. Itās terrifying.
The real kicker is when people like Susan, Hosea, and Pearson join in, who have known Arthur for ages and have the embarrassing stories. āIām Arthur Morgan, and I ate an onion raw by accident and cried.ā āIām Arthur Morgan, and I wouldnāt take baths for three months unless my dog was there too.ā āIām Arthur Morgan, and I blew a rabbit to smithereens using my biggest shotgun.ā The activity eventually becomes a tradition, given how often Arthur is out and how fun he is to tease. Hell, even Dutch gets in on it sometimes.
Arthur walks into camp during one of these sessions, and sees half the camp standing in a circle with their hands on their belts, scowling each other down, and practically growling. He drops a deer off at Pearsonās table and leaves again without a word.
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