Part One of this exciting saga can be found here.
Franks and beans appeared
to be a favorite of everyone at Camp Pemberley except for the two Bingley
sisters and Fitz Darcy who had all picked at their plates with dismay, despite
the effusions of Charlie Bingley.
“This food is odious,” Lou said, scrunching up her nose in
distaste. “I suppose they’ll be serving us Ragu tomorrow.”
“Honestly, must you
all be so fastidious?” the counselor said to his tablemates. “This stupid
manner of yours is NOT the Camp Pemberley way.”
“Oh lord,” Caroline said. “There’s a ‘Camp Pemberley Way’?
Pray, tell us all about it.”
“A Camp Pemberley Camper is cheerful and courteous at all
times,” Charles recited pointing to a banner on the wall with a numbered list
on it. “A Camp Pemberley Camper strives to accomplish much, whether it is in
the arts and crafts room or on the playing field.”
“Must you go on?” Fitz groaned. “We can all read the list.”
“I am merely pointing out,” Charlie said, “that you would
all have a better time if you had a better attitude.”
Before the conversation could continue, the nightly ritual
of thanking the cook for dinner began. The song leader, Mrs. Bennet, stood up
and was heard over the clatter of dinner even without holding up her hand in
the universal Camp Pemberley sign for quiet. “Attention! Attention everyone! It’s time for the thank
you song.”
Whereupon she began to lead them in a rousing chorus of:
Thank you, thank you.
You are so kind.
Thank you, thank you.
Let us kiss your…hand.
While everyone joined in the song, a reluctant woman in a
tall chef’s hat and white coat with the name Pat inscribed over her heart was drug from the kitchen. She blushed
and waved at the campers. When the cheers died down she announced, “Tomorrow
night…mac and cheese!”
Ah, visions of Chef Boyardee, Ragu, and spaghetti-o's fill my head.
ReplyDeleteMac and cheese?! My favorite!