Camp Redbird Goes to Cowboy Creek Chapter 1
"A grumpy start"…….
“Well, I’m not going!” grumbled Jeff from under the comforter.
His mom opened the blinds in his room and said, “Don’t want to be late on the very first day of camp!" She pulled out a pair of denim shorts and an old tee from the dresser and tossed them on the squirming comforter.
.”
He stayed hidden while he heard her footsteps in the hall and down the stairs. His jet blue eyes peeked out from the covers, followed by an arm that- fast as a crab in sand, grabbed the clothes and yanked them under the covers. There was some groaning and squirming ,then the covers came flying up and over to reveal a blonde headed, blue eyed, Jeff- still muttering to himself.
“You can’t make me get up. Six year olds are almost grown ups.”
He looked over his pajamas and tilted his head. "She just washed them a few weeks ago." He mumbled. Jeff balled up the pj's and tossed them into the hamper under his window. "Two points for a basket! " He gave himself a thumbs up, then squatted down and reached as far as he could under his bed. After a few huffs and puffs, he pulled out a pair of dirty laces that were holding his favorite shoes together and slid into his sneakers. He stomped down the stairs, stopping at the hall mirror to see how his undercover dressing job had turned out. His shorts were a little twisted, and his tee was on backwards, but he smiled anyway at his accomplishment and headed toward the kitchen to continue the debate.
A strong and delicious aroma was calling to him as he walked down the steps and around the corner . He followed his nose with a hungry grin . Even before he saw the plate full of French toast, with lots of bacon and fresh OJ , he knew that his mom had made his favorite breakfast His stomach rumbled as he sat down and began gobbling.
Jeff’s mom sat down too, and sipped her coffee.
He began feeling a renewed energy and jumped back into the morning argument with his mom. “AND why do I have to wear these OLD clothes, anyway?”
Jeff’s mom looked up from her cup and said, “Well, Miss Monday said to be sure to wear destructible clothes- so I got out your oldest and grubbiest.” She shook her head and said, "Miss Monday made sure the parents knew that all of her time with you would be spent having fun. She doesn’t want to spend a moment worrying over spills or stains or mis-matched socks- Oh, look at the time- We’d better hurry or we’ll miss the Name tag game!"
Jeff’s dad called from upstairs, “Did I hear Name tag game? Remember what happened the last time Jeff went to camp and played that game? He came home covered with those crazy name tag things!”
Jeff sat across from his mom staring into his empty plate. He was wondering what kind of fun Miss Monday had in mind for him and his friends. A smile began creeping across his face when he heard his mother’s urgent call- and he rushed out the door-
“Well, I’m not going!” grumbled Jeff from under the comforter.
His mom opened the blinds in his room and said, “Don’t want to be late on the very first day of camp!" She pulled out a pair of denim shorts and an old tee from the dresser and tossed them on the squirming comforter.
.”
He stayed hidden while he heard her footsteps in the hall and down the stairs. His jet blue eyes peeked out from the covers, followed by an arm that- fast as a crab in sand, grabbed the clothes and yanked them under the covers. There was some groaning and squirming ,then the covers came flying up and over to reveal a blonde headed, blue eyed, Jeff- still muttering to himself.
“You can’t make me get up. Six year olds are almost grown ups.”
He looked over his pajamas and tilted his head. "She just washed them a few weeks ago." He mumbled. Jeff balled up the pj's and tossed them into the hamper under his window. "Two points for a basket! " He gave himself a thumbs up, then squatted down and reached as far as he could under his bed. After a few huffs and puffs, he pulled out a pair of dirty laces that were holding his favorite shoes together and slid into his sneakers. He stomped down the stairs, stopping at the hall mirror to see how his undercover dressing job had turned out. His shorts were a little twisted, and his tee was on backwards, but he smiled anyway at his accomplishment and headed toward the kitchen to continue the debate.
A strong and delicious aroma was calling to him as he walked down the steps and around the corner . He followed his nose with a hungry grin . Even before he saw the plate full of French toast, with lots of bacon and fresh OJ , he knew that his mom had made his favorite breakfast His stomach rumbled as he sat down and began gobbling.
Jeff’s mom sat down too, and sipped her coffee.
He began feeling a renewed energy and jumped back into the morning argument with his mom. “AND why do I have to wear these OLD clothes, anyway?”
Jeff’s mom looked up from her cup and said, “Well, Miss Monday said to be sure to wear destructible clothes- so I got out your oldest and grubbiest.” She shook her head and said, "Miss Monday made sure the parents knew that all of her time with you would be spent having fun. She doesn’t want to spend a moment worrying over spills or stains or mis-matched socks- Oh, look at the time- We’d better hurry or we’ll miss the Name tag game!"
Jeff’s dad called from upstairs, “Did I hear Name tag game? Remember what happened the last time Jeff went to camp and played that game? He came home covered with those crazy name tag things!”
Jeff sat across from his mom staring into his empty plate. He was wondering what kind of fun Miss Monday had in mind for him and his friends. A smile began creeping across his face when he heard his mother’s urgent call- and he rushed out the door-
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