Little Dipper Campfire [Sunday Evening]
So far, Ned hadn't changed into an animal. Or been bitten by a gremlin. Or had a run in with a vampire.
Instead, Ned had gotten lost on his own floor, had to fight his dog for space on his bed and had to re-pack everything to move down to a cabin. He hadn't been camping in...ever. His father had promised but then there was that postcard and the boarding school and everything else.
"It's rustic," Ned said quietly, looking over at Digby who was a safe distance away. "Right?
Digby didn't answer. "Right," Ned said, nodding and crossing his arms. "Rustic."
[Open campfire is OPEN. I love cabins.]
Instead, Ned had gotten lost on his own floor, had to fight his dog for space on his bed and had to re-pack everything to move down to a cabin. He hadn't been camping in...ever. His father had promised but then there was that postcard and the boarding school and everything else.
"It's rustic," Ned said quietly, looking over at Digby who was a safe distance away. "Right?
Digby didn't answer. "Right," Ned said, nodding and crossing his arms. "Rustic."
[Open campfire is OPEN. I love cabins.]