They ventured out into the vast wilderness...behind the cabin. Twasn't the woods, but pretty close to the edge. Caleb n Tom took up in the spirit of Dan'l Boone and staked their tent beneath the hunter's moon.
The coyotes howled n the hooters hooted...n they roasted what prey they poached from Ma's cupboard n ate it all with chocolate, marshmallow n graham. The boys be lookin to head next to the Klondike in the shadow of the Grizzlie. Good luck. Tis wiser to taste s'more than be tasted by bear...
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