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Below is a selection of yarns suitable for
any campfire.
Eric's Letter to Granddad.
Dear Granddad,
I thought you'd like to know I've joined the scouts.
I go with my friend Kevin; he's a tenderfoot. But my dad says it's his wrinkle pickers.
Dad doesn't hold with them.
Soon I'll be unvested and then for the second class
badge I've got to strip and make a bed. Dad say's I'll catch me death of cold. He doesn't
hold with it.
Skip says I've got to do a good turn everyday, it
makes me head spin, but I guess there's a good reason for doing it. I helped an old lady
of the bus yesterday, she didn't seem very grateful. Well I didn't know she had only just
got on.
Next Saturday I've got to make a fire out of doors.
Granddad have you got any? Please!
We are doing a bit of first aid. I'm going to learn
artificial respiration. Dad not pleased, he says I should learn the real thing. He doesn't
pay his national health for nothing.
I'm going to camp this summer, Skip says I must
learn to make a donkey 'itch. Dad doesn't hold with it, he says it's cruel.
I hope the tent won't be too noisy, Skip says it's a
bell. He's sleeping on a ridge. Oh! How uncomfortable.
One of the senior scouts says, when we get older we
can win the duke of Edinburgh. Dad doesn't hold with it, anyway we don't want the Duke of
Edinburgh in our house.
In the summer we are going to learn how to cook
backwards, I don't see the point. But me dad reckons it'll be good for me, and anyhow this
scouts lark is good fun.
Anyway I better go now granddad
Your bestist grandson
Eric
From: Advanced
Campfire Leaders Course, Linnet Clough, 1999
Chief Scouts Award
This story is all about 3 Scouts who are going on an expedition for their
Chief Scout Award. They were walking over the moors when suddenly the mist
came down. All they could see was a light far off, so they made their way
towards it. When they got there, they saw that it was a cottage. They
knocked on the door. No answer. They knocked again. No answer. They tried
the door handle. It was unlocked, so they went in. To their surprise, there
before them was a table set for 3 people and a big pot of stew was cooking
on the stove. Being Scouts they thought - "Seems a shame to waste it", so
they sat down and ate it up. As it got late, they settled down on the floor
and went to sleep. Halfway through the night, one of the Scouts woke up. He
saw a light coming from under the bedroom door at the top of the stairs.
"The owner must be back" he thought, "I had better go up and tell him who
we
are and what we are doing". So he got up and went quietly upstairs.
Next morning, the other 2 Scouts woke up and saw that they were on their
own. "The other Scout must have gone for help" they thought, "We'd better
press on with the expedition and meet the other Scout along the way".
They were walking over the moors when suddenly the mist came down. All they
could see was a light far off, so they made their way towards it. When they
got there, they saw that it was a cottage. They knocked on the door. No
answer. They knocked again. No answer. They tried the door handle. It was
unlocked, so they went in. To their surprise, there before them was a table
set for 2 people and a big pot of stew was cooking on the stove. Being
Scouts they thought - "Seems a shame to waste it", so they sat down and ate
it up. As it got late, they settled down on the floor and went to sleep.
Halfway through the night, one of the Scouts woke up. He saw a light coming
from under the bedroom door at the top of the stairs. "The owner must be
back" he thought, "I had better go up and tell him who we are and what we
are doing". So he got up and went quietly upstairs.
Next morning, the other Scout woke up and saw that he was on his own. "The
other Scout must have gone for help" he thought, "I'd better press on with
the expedition and meet the other Scouts along the way".
He was walking over the moors when suddenly the mist came down. All he could
see was a light far off, so he made his way towards it. When he got there,
he saw that it was a cottage. He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked
again. No answer. He tried the door handle. It was unlocked, so he went in.
To his surprise, there before him was a table set for 1 person and a big pot
of stew was cooking on the stove. Being a Scout he thought - "Seems a shame
to waste it", so he sat down and ate it up. As it got late, he settled down
on the floor and went to sleep. Halfway through the night, he woke up. He
saw a light coming from under the bedroom door at the top of the stairs.
"The owner must be back" he thought, "I had better go up and tell him who I
am and what I'm doing". So he got up and went quietly up the stairs. At the
top, he put his hand on the bedroom door handle, and slowly turned the
handle....BOO!!!
From:Kevin Jacomb, BSL - 2nd
Kirkham (St. Michael's), 1999
taken from a posting on
uk.rec.scouting
Last Revised:- Monday, 29 March, 2004
İMike
Davis 1997-2004
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