Here's the story I promised to write with my followers words. I hope you enjoy. Caution word count: 511
We were exploring the inner depths of the chasm, walking deeper and deeper every minute. Fred started to get scared, but graciously kept his crying to a whisper in fear that Sara would hear and that it would ruin his chances with her. Thankfully Sara was far enough ahead of the group guiding the lantern, leaving only the slightest glow to light his tears. Our guide Sara tells us that we should soon be seeing the rare bat species “Orange Leaf-Nosed”, which she tells us is entirely covered in orange fuzz, I nicknamed it OrBat. We continued our trek for what seemed about two more miles, but probably only ended up lasting fifteen minutes and during that entire time I never saw an OrBat.
We reached the “campsite” as Sara called it, but was nothing more than two logs and an old fire pit at the end of the chasm, and we set up for the night. Once Sara finished helping me set up my tent I was surprised to look over and see that Fred had not only managed to get his tent erect, but also kept it standing. Later on I asked him how he did it and he showed me his stash of paperclips. Somehow he had managed to paperclip the entire tent into a work of art, which sadly collapsed when he tried to get inside.
After camp was set up we all plopped down on the logs and started in on our packed meals. Because I’m the only person with a sensible parent, I had a banana and peanut butter sandwich with a side of red Doritos and Gatorade. Fred had a quite different meal. His consisted of butternut squash salad with ranch and a can of condensed orange juice. What was his Mom thinking? What kind of kid eats a salad, butternut squash, or has the water and can opener to make use of condensed orange juice, in the middle of a chasm! His Mom must be crazy. As I dig into my sandwich I look over at Sara with only her sack of nuts. I find it queer that such a smart and sensible person would pack so little for a meal.
The trip went on without much excitement after that, we sang songs and Sara taught me and Fred how to whittle. When I was coming back from taking a leak I heard a huge clap like thunder and suddenly Fred rushed past me. His hair was in black disarray and his cheek was bright red. I guess he had made his move with Sara after all. I don’t think Fred will ever understand women. As I settled in my tent for the night I thought about all the fun we had that day and the long trip home I had to make tomorrow.
“So that is what I did on my summer vacation. Any questions?”
“Yeah, why are you stroking a bunny,” asks Mandy with pigtails.
“Because bunnies are cool. GOSH!” I walked back to my seat with Mr. Fluffers in hand.
Thanks to Decahedron, Loserslovediscos, mybooksarelikebibles, & Brucewaynesbitch for sending me words.
