5 Rest Hour Is Boring

5 Rest Hour Is Boring Before we could leave the mess hall, the counselors made us scrape off our plates and put them on a long conveyor belt that went into the kitchen. Candyman told me there are a bunch of Oompa-Loompas from Charlie and the Chocolate

Factory back there who wash the dishes, but I'm not sure if he just made that up. "Follow me, Owls!" said Uncle Ray. We went back to our bunk and I opened my care package. And you'll never believe what was inside it. Candy! Yay! I have the best parents in the world. Too bad my stomach was upset from drinking Ryan's gross drink in the mess hall. I love candy, but just the thought of it now made me want to throw up. Uncle Ray said the candy would attract bugs, and I had to eat it right away or get rid of it. So I gave all the candy to my bunkmates. It wasn't fair! I had to drink that horrible drink and kiss a dead moose head, but I couldn't eat my own candy.* Bummer in the summer! Uncle Ray said it was rest hour. We had to stay on our beds the whole time. Yeah, like we were babies. "I'm not tired," I told him. "Too bad," he replied. Then he lay down on his bed and fell asleep. Rest hour is boring. There was nothing to do. Michael was playing solitaire. Ryan was eating

my candy. Neil was reading a book. Candyman found a little hole in the floorboard under his bed, and he was trying to dig a tunnel with a spoon. I started writing a letter... Dear Mom and Dad, This place is horrible. I have 39 mosquito bites. I mean 40. I just got another one. Ryan played connect the dots on my back, and it made a picture that looks like the Big Dipper. I had to drink a horrible drink with ketchup and mustard in it. Then I had to kiss a dead moose. And that's just the first day! I want to come home! Can you pick me up ASAP? If I have to spend another hour here, I'm— I didn't have the chance to finish my letter because the weirdest thing in the history of the world happened. "EEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!" It was Neil, screaming. "What's the matter?" Ryan asked. "There's a daddy longlegs on my bed!" Neil shouted.

Gross! Spiders are yucky. I'm glad it wasn't on my bed. Uncle Ray jumped up off his bed when he heard Neil scream. "What's going on?" he asked. "There's a daddy longlegs on my bed," said Neil. "I'm afraid." Uncle Ray just laughed. "Spiders are nothing to be afraid of," he told Neil. "They're part of nature. Tell you what. Let's give the spider a name. If we name any spiders we find in our bunk, it will make them less scary." Hmmmm. I had to admit it. That was pretty smart. "Let's call this one Henry," said Uncle Ray, flicking the spider off Neil's bed. "See, now he's not so scary." Neil calmed down. I went back to writing my letter home. I was almost finished when I felt a funny feeling on the back of my neck. I thought it was another mosquito bite. "Dude," said Ryan, "I think Henry is on you." "He's crawling up your head!" Michael shouted.

"EEEEEEEEEK!" I screamed. "Kill him!" everybody was shouting. "Kill him!" So I whacked Henry with a sneaker. And that was the end of Henry.