brownies gone wild

little girls can be oh-so-mean.

          By the end of our first day at Camp Crescendo, the girls in my Brownie troop had decided to kick the asses of each and every girl in Brownie Troop 909.  The bus ride with them from our meeting place at the mall had been bad enough, but after sitting through Camp Orientation and then dinner with those prissy little snobs, we knew we had to draw the line the sand now.

          “But ... did you see that girl Roberta?” Becky asked, trying to keep any fear from her voice.  Becky was our troop coward; we just had to push her along, and she would eventually join in.  “She was kinda big, y’know, and she looked real mean.”

          “Becky,” Brittany’s voice was cool and measured, “have you ever known anyone meaner than me?”

          “Oh, no, Britt,” Becky hiccuped after answering Brittany’s question.  Becky always got the hiccups when she was scared.

          “That’s right, and you never will.  Brandy, did you get the snake?”

          “No prob, Britt, found it out by those bushes behind the dining hall.  He’s tied in the bag and ready to drop down their chimney,” Brandy cheerfully reported, as she shook the bag and laughed at the Brownie squeals.

          “Great.  Now the next thing we needed was that big jar of red pepper Bella saw in the kitchen…” she paused as Bella triumphantly raised the huge jar of pepper. “And I’ve got the hand sanitizer bottles, so let’s get started mixin’ ‘em up.”

Reviews

[L.Edward]

Ha ha. Yes, great one. Brought back memories of my scouting days. Ironically scouts and girl guides are meant to be these upstanding little citizens but in fact we used to run riot. Sounds like it was the same for you!

[Pryde Foltz]

I was laughing and a giggling all the way through. Hot peppers, snakes and hand sanitizer. Weapons of mass destruction. Very engaging. What happens next?

[annie lee]

It gets pretty ugly, with a soot covered snake flopping around a cabin. The masterminds spike the hand sanitizers with cayenne pepper, and then kindly hand them to the squealing, squalling Troop 909 to get that nasty soot off your hands and the tears from your face. I imagine camp counselors got little sleep that night in Camp Crescendo.

[Pryde Foltz]

Funny. Camp Crescendo that would make a pretty good alternate ending.