Day 4 (AGAIN)
  Arts and crafts day. Hooray. Hooray. Does anybody understand the fact that my scales burn paper? And pencils? And other colorful stuff? Wish me luck.

Day 4 (Yet Again)
  So, I am writing this with with rainbow-colored claws. And Goose is sitting beside me with a glowing snout. And Thermo is sitting on my other side with pink glitter on her snout. And that ain't coming off for a while. How did we become a walking pile of glowy, glittery, rainbow unicorn-fairy barf? Well, I decided to use markers, but those melted all over me. And the floor. And the counselors foot. Oh yeah, and the glitter... Well, my fault. That melted marker that landed on the counselors foot? It was hot. So the counselor ran into Thermo. And Thermo ran into Goose. Goose was using pink glitter, and it dumped all over Thermo. So, basically Operation Rainbow-Sparkle Unicorn Poop. I can see that being a movie. You know what? I'm gonna go draw that. Back in a sec!
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Bad, bad idea! Or good, good idea! I think I may have just killed a piece of paper. Oops.

  Day 4, Nighttime
(A Collaborative Effort Between Me and My Brother, Who Wishes to be Called LongHill)
  A pair of pants died tonight. And a table. And a couch. And a TV. TOTALLY NOT MY FAULT AT ALL.
THEY DID IT TO ME. THEY WERE THE TRAITORS THAT SCARED THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF ME. AND THE DEAD DAYLIGHTS TOO. I MEAN SERIOUSLY, WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND SCARES A FLAMING DEATH MONSTER LIKE ME? DO THEY DARE!!?!!?
Let me answer that: Yeppers Peppers. Of course the ding dongs do.
Goose was having her hatching-day party at camp, that night. She was going to have a hatching-day party, whether she liked it or not. Little did she know, it was going to be a surprise party. Well, more like a surprising party. We had it all planned out. Cerulean, a light-blue SeaWing, would lead Goose into the cabins. We would then jump out and yell "SURPRISE, BIRDBRAIN!"
I may have imagined hat last part. Maybe...possibly. Maybe. Anyway, me, Thermo, and Geo were going to then serve cake and give out presents. I had given her a dead squirrel already. I don't get why she didn't like it, but I had hoped that she would like the party. So, we hung up hatching-day decor. Thermo was absent. We threw confetti around the room. Thermo was absent. We turned off the lights. Thermo was absent. We hid. Thermo was absent. We waited. And waited. And waited. No Cerulean, no Goose, and still no Thermo.
I suggested that I would look for them. Geo muttered something about not blowing anybody up, but I'm sure it wasn't important. I walked outside and looked around. There was Thermo, sitting there, on the hill, talking to a boy dragon. Just sitting and talking to him. I simply stared. And then I got an idea. I snuck over to the woods and grabbed a dry stick, and set it on fire. Then I walked up behind the boy dragon. I held the stick out to his tail.

The best part? He's still running around, yelling and whacking his tail on the ground. Oh. And the mountainside is on fire. And the woods. I'm short, the top of the mountain looks like a small planet smashed into it.

I love summer camp.

Peril

Day 5
So, we met out front of the only un-torched building this morning. Thermo is toting the boy dragon, Elk. Goose is here. So's Geo. Cerulean is running from a herd of scorched, angry moose. He's also got an angry weasel biting his tail. Oh, and lookee there. A swarm of squirrels, too! Oh. Ouch. He'll feel that in the morning.
Thermo got frustrated with me for interrupting her date with my pyromania. I told her that her tail is on fire. She joined Cerulean in the race to extinguish their tails.
And Goose is giving me a really creepy look.
Summer camp is weird. Kind of like Goose's face.

I called her face monster.
She told me a knock-knock joke. It went like this:
Why'd the chicken cross the road?
Why? I asked.
To get to the witches house.
I don't get it, I'd said, rolling my eyes.
Knock knock.
Who's there? I asked.
The chicken.

She's running. Really fast.

She's Seriously Dead,
Peril