The Adventures of Stevie #73
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 12 in this story, in year 2 of summer camp.
Special note. In story #1, which Winston wrote about some things in
year 2 of summer camp, he didn't write all he could have, and wrote
some things differently, so he wouldn't get in trouble. Stevie writes
honestly.
The Adventures of Stevie #73 "Last Day Year 2 of Camp"
Dear Carlos,
We are getting ready to go rescue Dan. I'm writing this letter to you
to tell you what happened since my last letter, in case I'm not around
to write you any more letters.
I had a meeting with the camp director. We were alone. I saw the
patch on the wall I had punched through, and told him I was sorry about
that. We both smiled. He said "I want to thank you for the idea of
assistant coaches. I may set something up like that, for older campers
to volunteer for." I said "That's good. I hope it works. It sure did
for me and Dan. Speaking about Dan, what do you think about him being a
CIT next year?" He said "He will be just old enough, and I think he
would be good at it. Do you want him for your cabin?" I said "That
would be good, if Jeremy or Tommy can't be counselors there, which
might happen. I think Jeremy is ready to be a full counselor next
year." He said "I agree. I'll keep him in mind." I said "There is one
thing I should tell you about. If everything works like we plan, the
boy you know as Dan, might not have the same name, or look exactly like
him, next year. We will let you know before summer." He said "I
understand. I think it's wonderful, what you are doing for him. If I
know you, it will work out fine." I said "I sure hope so. There is
something else. Dan and I have been practicing. Would you like to see
us sword fight? It would be something you might not think it would be,
because we will be fighting with something other than swords, in
another show for you. Would you like to come?" He said with a big
smile, "Do you have to ask?" I said "I thought I should be polite." I
smiled back at him.
We did put on that show, but the monster fighting exhibition I
planned to have, didn't work too well. I was too short to fight with
tall Dan, so I tried with Chad, and his monster was too short to make
it work. It was better with Bone, but he was a little too tall. So, I
had another idea. I proposed a contest between me and Dan, about who
can squirt the farthest. I asked if Mr. Insane would like to help, by
playing with our nuts, while Bone worked on my monster, and Mac worked
on Dan's monster. He was eager to help. He was a very good ball player.
A major leaguer. We didn't bother to measure the results. We thought
the idea was so good, he gave the same help to the other boys, 2 by 2.
There was a boy left over, which was Chad, who was messing with me by
then. Some of the younger ones still couldn't squirt, but that didn't
stop them from trying. Mr. Insane was very hot when he left, and we
were tired. It was a good show.
The night before we left camp, we gave a present to Jeremy. Us. We
put on a show for him, and then we ganged up on him. We didn't have
Dan, who was with his cabin, but we had 10 mouths and 20 hands all over
him. He almost squirted a few times, before we let him do it. I think
he could have won the furthest contest. If he thought about not coming
to camp next year, that could have changed his mind. After his mind
started working again. We told Tommy what we did, when he came in after
it was over. He smiled and thanked us. His hugs are almost as good as
Jeremy's, and he used it on all of us. I told him Jeremy might be used
up for the night, so we would be happy to help him be tired too. He
said "That's alright. Thank you. Just being with him, is better than
anything else." We were a little disappointed, but happy for him,
anyway.
We said our goodbyes in the morning. I got to hug and kiss Debbie.
Then we got on the buses and left. When we got to the registration
building in the city, I tried to spot who picked up Dan, but couldn't.
It wasn't really a problem, because father's men were all over the
place in disguise, and taking lots of pictures, which I saw after they
were developed that afternoon, along with the other pictures of the
town, and our route to the town. Chad didn't go home. He is with me now
at father's place, where we will leave from to start the mission.
Our plan is for Dan to act like they would expect him to act after
coming home from a religious military camp. I hope he can do that
enough to convince them. About 3 days later, we will come for him. We
will start tomorrow. Chad sleeps with me, but we don't do any fun
things. We just hug each other and cry for Dan, and hope nothing
happens to him before we get him, which we can't bear to think about.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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