The wind howled.
The trees whipped. The thunder
rumbled. The rain pelted. The lightning streaked. The sky frowned as the campers huddled in their
flimsy tents, hoping the storm would pass quickly. In response to their silent pleas, the clouds
dumped hail down on them. The campers
groaned, sliding deeper into their sleeping bags. Time passed and eventually so did the
storm. The thunder rumbled off until the
only sound left was the gentle dripping of rain water as it slid off the nearby
tree branches and onto the top of the tents.
The moon was hidden behind the clouds leaving the campsite blanketed in darkness. The campers sighed in relief and slept more
soundly until dawn.
As the birds began their day, chirping and flitting
about, the campers awoke. They stumbled
out of their soggy tents looking bedraggled.
The squirrels chattered in the trees, laughing at the scene below. The worms quickly squiggled into their holes
to avoid heavy boots. The mice skittered
away to hide until after the campers were gone so they could search for crumbs
left behind. There were always lots of
yummy crumbs to collect. And a little
family of ants huddled under the giant mushroom eagerly awaiting their feast.
The campers wiped down their tents before packing them
away. Going through the ritual mindlessly
munching on breakfast bars. Hefting the
packs onto their backs, the campers slogged off down the muddy trail. A loud whistle from the lookout crow alerted
the rest that the coast was clear. In no
time the campsite had been picked clean of anything even remotely edible.
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