Scoutmaster Slim

[joseyclosey]

Dear Mom and Dad, Our scoutmaster told us to write to our parents


in case you saw the flood on TV and are worried. We are OK. Only


one of our tents and 2 sleeping bags got washed away.





Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the


mountain looking for Chad when it happened.


Oh yes, please call Chad's mother and tell her he is OK. He


can't write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search


and rescue jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found him in the


dark if it hadn't been for the lightning.


Scoutmaster Slim got mad at Chad for going on a hike alone


without telling anyone.





Chad said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he


probably didn't hear him.


Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas can will blow


up?


The wet wood didn't burn, but one of the tents did. Also some of


our clothes. David is going to look weird until his hair grows


back.


We will be home on Saturday if Scoutmaster Slim gets the car


fixed.


It wasn't his fault about the wreck. The brakes worked OK when


we left. Scoutmaster Slim said that a car that old you have to


expect something to break down; that's probably why he can't get


insurance. We think it's a neat car. He doesn't care if we get


it dirty, and if it's hot, sometimes he lets us ride on the fenders.


It gets pretty hot with 10 people in a car. He let us take turns


riding in the trailer until the highway patrolman stopped and


talked to us.


Scoutmaster Slim is a neat guy. Don't worry, he is a good


driver.


In fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive on the mountain roads


where there isn't any traffic. All we ever see up there are


logging trucks. This morning all of the guys were diving off the rocks


and swimming out in the lake. Scoutmaster Slim wouldn't let me


because I can't swim, and Chad was afraid he would sink because of his


cast, so he let us take the canoe across the lake. It was great. You


can still see some of the trees under the water from the flood.


Scoutmaster Slim isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't


even get mad about the life jackets. He has to spend a lot of


time working on the car so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.


Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When


Dave dove in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a


tourniquet works. Wade and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Slim said


it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken.





He said they got sick that way with food they ate in prison. I'm


so glad he got out and became our scoutmaster. He said he sure


figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time.


By the way, what is a pedophile? I have to go now. We are going


to town to mail our letters and buy Vaseline. Don't worry about


anything. We are fine.





Love, Michael.




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