Girly Scout
"Where's my bag, Mr. Cartwright?" I looked at our Scout Master and he looked at me. The other eight boys all had their stuff, but I was still waiting. "Isn't that it?" He pointed at a big blue suitcase, the only thing left in the back of the van. "A suitcase?" I shook my head. "Who would bring a suitcase on a camping trip?" Hugo laughed and he a was a big, pudgy boy who gave everybody Charlie horses all the time. "It says Thompson on it." Mr. Cartwright was hauling it out....