what they were doing. When they explained, Simon said, “They look like bear tracks to me.”
Brad came in and asked what they were doing and said, “They look like badger tracks to me.”
This went on a few times with the other Blue Jays until A.J. came rushing in again and said, “You guys! Those are train tracks !”
Suddenly Richie came in, leading Ms. Mac, Aldo and Maria and even Mrs. Wright directly toward the rest of the boys. They were hanging on to each other’s waists, huffing and puffing, tooting and chugging—yes, Mrs. Wright blew her whistle—like a real train while the Blue Jays ran off screaming.
The skit was a hit! I laughed and cheered and so did the others.
I was so HAPPY-HAPPY-HAPPY for the Blue Jays, I almost forgot that I would have to be out there soon.
The Chickadees came next. One by one, they joined Abby, who was standing with her legs deeply bent, just as they’d look if she were sitting on a real bench. (There was no bench, but they did a good job of pretending to sit on one.)
Once all the girls were sitting on the “bench,” Maria came strolling by and asked them what they were doing.
“We’re sitting on this invisible bench,” Marissa answered.
“Oh,” Maria said. Then she pointed to the other side of the stage. “But I moved it over there yesterday.”
With that, the Chickadees all tumbled to the floor, while the crowd laughed and clapped. I clapped, too.
Next up were the Bobwhites. They all appeared onstage holding balloons. Super-Sam came out and directed them like an orchestra conductor. All together, they let the air out of their balloons a little at a time and—you won’t believe it—it sounded just like the song “Jingle Bells”! It was such a silly sound, the crowd laughed so loud you could hardly hear the end of the song! When it was finished, they all took deep bows.
I was cheering, too, until Miranda came and whisked my cage off the table—a little roughly, I must say.
“Bye, Og! Enjoy the show!” I squeaked to my friend.
Ms. Mac and the other Robins were setting up a stand-alone door on the stage with the curtains on either side of it while Miranda put my cage directly behind it.
“Okay, Humphrey,” Miranda said in a calming voice. “It’s showtime. You know what to do.”
I was all alone in the middle of the stage (although no one could see me—yet).
The skit began as Kayla came up to the door and opened it partway. Then she slammed it shut and immediately began running around the stage screaming, “Help! Help!”
Lindsey ran onstage and asked her what was wrong.
“There’s a monster behind the door! A big scary monster!” she yelled.
“No way,” said Lindsey. Then she opened the door, shut it again and began running around the stage shouting, “Help! Help!”
When Miranda came out and asked what was wrong, Lindsey described the monster’s glowing eyes, red fangs and ugly face. Then she asked if anybody was brave enough to take a look at it.
Gail was next. She took one look, screamed and ran away. Oh, she was a good screamer, too.
The rest of the Robins did the same.
My ears were twitching from all that screaming and I was feeling a little itchy and twitchy.
Finally, Kayla addressed the audience. “Is anyone out there brave enough to look behind the door?” she asked.
Ms. Mac stood up. (This was all arranged ahead of time, I have to admit.)
“I will,” she said. Then she came up onstage, opened the door wide and jumped back, screaming.
At the same time, Miranda came from behind me and pushed my cage out onto the stage so everyone could see me.
“A monster! A monster!” she screamed, running around the stage. She acted really scared.
There I was, on the big stage with all the campers watching. As soon as everyone saw me, they smiled and started laughing, because they knew I was no monster.
“Eek!” I said, though I’m not sure how well my voice carried, especially over all the applause.
“Hum-phree!
Brad came in and asked what they were doing and said, “They look like badger tracks to me.”
This went on a few times with the other Blue Jays until A.J. came rushing in again and said, “You guys! Those are train tracks !”
Suddenly Richie came in, leading Ms. Mac, Aldo and Maria and even Mrs. Wright directly toward the rest of the boys. They were hanging on to each other’s waists, huffing and puffing, tooting and chugging—yes, Mrs. Wright blew her whistle—like a real train while the Blue Jays ran off screaming.
The skit was a hit! I laughed and cheered and so did the others.
I was so HAPPY-HAPPY-HAPPY for the Blue Jays, I almost forgot that I would have to be out there soon.
The Chickadees came next. One by one, they joined Abby, who was standing with her legs deeply bent, just as they’d look if she were sitting on a real bench. (There was no bench, but they did a good job of pretending to sit on one.)
Once all the girls were sitting on the “bench,” Maria came strolling by and asked them what they were doing.
“We’re sitting on this invisible bench,” Marissa answered.
“Oh,” Maria said. Then she pointed to the other side of the stage. “But I moved it over there yesterday.”
With that, the Chickadees all tumbled to the floor, while the crowd laughed and clapped. I clapped, too.
Next up were the Bobwhites. They all appeared onstage holding balloons. Super-Sam came out and directed them like an orchestra conductor. All together, they let the air out of their balloons a little at a time and—you won’t believe it—it sounded just like the song “Jingle Bells”! It was such a silly sound, the crowd laughed so loud you could hardly hear the end of the song! When it was finished, they all took deep bows.
I was cheering, too, until Miranda came and whisked my cage off the table—a little roughly, I must say.
“Bye, Og! Enjoy the show!” I squeaked to my friend.
Ms. Mac and the other Robins were setting up a stand-alone door on the stage with the curtains on either side of it while Miranda put my cage directly behind it.
“Okay, Humphrey,” Miranda said in a calming voice. “It’s showtime. You know what to do.”
I was all alone in the middle of the stage (although no one could see me—yet).
The skit began as Kayla came up to the door and opened it partway. Then she slammed it shut and immediately began running around the stage screaming, “Help! Help!”
Lindsey ran onstage and asked her what was wrong.
“There’s a monster behind the door! A big scary monster!” she yelled.
“No way,” said Lindsey. Then she opened the door, shut it again and began running around the stage shouting, “Help! Help!”
When Miranda came out and asked what was wrong, Lindsey described the monster’s glowing eyes, red fangs and ugly face. Then she asked if anybody was brave enough to take a look at it.
Gail was next. She took one look, screamed and ran away. Oh, she was a good screamer, too.
The rest of the Robins did the same.
My ears were twitching from all that screaming and I was feeling a little itchy and twitchy.
Finally, Kayla addressed the audience. “Is anyone out there brave enough to look behind the door?” she asked.
Ms. Mac stood up. (This was all arranged ahead of time, I have to admit.)
“I will,” she said. Then she came up onstage, opened the door wide and jumped back, screaming.
At the same time, Miranda came from behind me and pushed my cage out onto the stage so everyone could see me.
“A monster! A monster!” she screamed, running around the stage. She acted really scared.
There I was, on the big stage with all the campers watching. As soon as everyone saw me, they smiled and started laughing, because they knew I was no monster.
“Eek!” I said, though I’m not sure how well my voice carried, especially over all the applause.
“Hum-phree!
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