Today had been
a good day. All of the activities were tons of fun. Jack was feeling really great
until he saw his sleeping bag. A raccoon was eating his pop-tart on top of his
bright red sleeping bag. “Mom! Dad! Come help!” Jack yelled.
When Mom and
Dad came to the tent, the raccoon had run out of the back flap, but Jack was
still frozen in shock. His pillows and bedding were strewn all over the ground.
“What
happened?” asked Dad.
“There was a
raccoon on my sleeping bag!” Jack stammered.
“Why was that?”
Mom’s eyes scanned the tent.
“I sort of left
a pop tart in it, I guess.” Jack hung his head.
“Well Jack, you
know not to leave food in your tent. I’ll help you clean up this mess, and then
we can have dinner. Okay?” asked Dad.
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