Blindfolded Birthday Boy

Blindfolded Birthday Boy

Bobby couldn’t stop grinning. It was his birthday. Today at one o’clock he would be nine years old. “ Happy Birthday! ” the other campers called from the blacktop. “ Thanks, ” Bobby said. “ Where’s the party? Who’s hiding the presents and cake?”

Mr. Dunn laughed. “ Party? Presents? This is camp, not a party center. ” “ Oh. ” Bobby’s grin disappeared. “ I was just kidding. ” He looked away. “ Sort of, ” he thought. All morning the kids played kickball on the blacktop. When they went back inside, Bobby was still thinking about his birthday.

For Ethan’s birthday they had made special cupcakes with Miss Shelly. But they weren’t doing anything for Bobby’s birthday! At twelve-thirty Mr. Dunn made an announcement. “ We’re going out to the soccer field. Please line up. ” “ That’s weird, ” Bobby thought, following Mr. Dunn outside.

“ Mr. Dunn isn’t carrying a soccer ball. ” None of the other kids seemed to notice. But when Bobby looked at the soccer field, he was even more confused. There were four tables on the field. A black box sat on each one. “ Birthday boy, ” Mr. Dunn called.

“ Inside each box is a present from one of your friends. You must use your senses to figure out what each one is. ” ” But you’ll be blindfolded. ” “ If you can figure out what is inside each box, ” Mr. Dunn continued, “ the presents are yours. Think you can do it?” Bobby grinned. He was wrong. His friends had planned something special for his birthday!