All we did was send the new kids on a camping trip off (via the long route) to find the Scoutmaster and complain that our campfire was too smoky so we needed a left-handed smoke-shifter. The big question always was, would the Scoutmaster get exasperated at us all, or play along and drag out the quest?
But fictional wildlife offers endless additional possibilities.
Gee, my troop must have been lame.
All we did was send the new kids on a camping trip off (via the long route) to find the Scoutmaster and complain that our campfire was too smoky so we needed a left-handed smoke-shifter. The big question always was, would the Scoutmaster get exasperated at us all, or play along and drag out the quest?
But fictional wildlife offers endless additional possibilities.