25 July 2018

Positivity Camp Part XXX

Written by Sarah-Maree

Who’s ready for more adventures from Daniel and Wendy? Well, mostly just Daniel as Wendy is still absent…

If you’re new to the blog, welcome! While you are more than welcome to read the story below, I should warn you it may not make sense unless you go back to the beginning. What started out as a ‘short story’ has become a main staple of this blog. The story below is one of woe as campers are trapped at a camp that bans words that are considered negative. Daniel and Wendy battle against the counselors, trying to defeat them without breaking the rules.

Next week will be back to more random misadventures in different Dungeons & Dragons campaigns or D20 tabletop games. Why do I share these? Because the hilarious fails of others and occasional epic wins are both fun and entertaining both to write and to read :) Until next week, here is the next part of Positivity Camp!

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PART XXX

Previously on Positivity Camp:Counselor Melinda serenaded the campers with different camp songs. It was painful. With only one song left to go, there is still no sign of Wendy or Mr. Petrel.

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“Well, Campers,” Counselor Melinda began. “We are at the final song of the night. This song was written by one of your fellow campers. How exciting is that?!”

There were a few half-hearted cheers, but with the fire dying, the entertainment for the evening barely passing as entertainment, and the camp sucking the fun out of everything good in life, none of us were really all that enthused. While we weren’t enthused, there were a few whispers as to whose song might have pleased Counselor Melinda. No one wanted it to be their song. After all, whoever’s it was would be to blame for dragging things out.

“Ah, Mr. Petrel. What wonderful timing you have! I was just about to sing a song by one of our campers.”

All eyes turned to Mr. Petrel as he sat in an empty section of benches. There was no sign of Wendy, but I couldn’t be sure if she had already sat down before Counselor Melinda had spoken or not. If she was sitting, I couldn’t see where. No one else seemed to be able to spot her either. I was certain that if someone had, whispers of her return would have spread through the camp.

“Please, continue,” Mr. Petrel said. He gave those around him a stern look and all eyes turned forward again. No one could survive his intense stare for long. Even I had difficulty keeping my eyes on him. Luckily for me, though, he wasn’t looking in my direction.

“As many of you are aware, many groups worked on creating number songs. This one is about the number nine and was written by camper Daniel.”

The sound of my name had about as much of an impact on me as it did on Mr. Petrel. Thankfully I had kept my eyes on him, so when Mr. Petrel took a drink from his coffee cup – an oddity considering we were at a campfire – I had the pleasure of watching him spit it out as Counselor Melinda announced who had written the song. I was even more pleased as Mr. Petrel began coughing, no doubt having swallowed wrong.

My face must have been beaming with pleasure as I watched the leader of the camp struggle to compose himself. I did my best to compose myself, but in the end, I had to put my head between my legs or risk being discovered. It was too good to be true!

“Shall I continue?” Counselor Melinda asked, ruining the moment.

My head snapped up. She had to continue! It had to be my nein song she sang! My head snapped around as I looked to see how Mr. Petrel was doing. He was still coughing and was doing his best to take small sips form his cup. His free hand waved at Counselor Melinda, but even I wasn’t sure if he were telling her to stop or if he were letting her know he was alright.

Counselor Melinda cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention back to her. We were all eager to see which decision she would make. She seemed about to speak, but then the unexpected happened. A chant began.

“Give us the nein song! Give us the nein song!”

I don’t know who started it, but the chant quickly spread and rose in volume. I feared Counselor Melinda would realize she was being baited and she would side with Mr. Petrel, but then her face broke into a happy smile.

“Alright, alright! It’s so wonderful to see you all so enthused. So, without further ado, here’s Daniel’s nine song!”

My eyes darted to see Mr. Petrel’s reaction. His face had turned a cherry red and anger and indignation flashed in his eyes. He knew. He knew it was no numbers song I had written. Little good that knowledge did him. The camp had been so enthused, and he had been so incapacitated by his coughing that Counselor Melinda was doing the opposite of what he wanted. It was great!

As Counselor Melinda sang thinking about the number nine, I translated to the true version with the German word for no and happily sang along.

“Nein, nein, nein. 9 to 5 jobs.
Need bread and milk, so gotta work.
Nein, nein, nein. 9 to 5 jobs.
Got mouths to feed, a child on the way.
Nein, nein, nein. 9 to 5 jobs.
Have a landlord to pay, need to work.
Nein, nein, nein. 9 to 5 jobs.
Being an immigrant's tough. Just gotta find those 9 to 5–”

“ENOUGH!” Mr. Petrel shouted over our singing.

I glared at him. We were two lines away from finishing one of my greatest achievements at the camp!

“All of you! You are to follow your counselors off to your cabins immediately.”

There was a flurry of movement as counselors struggled to obey his commands as swiftly as possible. One tripped over a bench, but other than a yip of pain seemed to be alright. Campers were urged to quickly but respectfully stand and start moving in the direction of their respective cabins.

Meanwhile, up on stage, Counselor Melinda’s face had gone deathly pale.

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