Under Canvas

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

“Well it’s not exactly the wilderness now, is it?” Melanie questioned in frustration.

“But you said camping would be fun,” thirteen-year-old Angela responded.  “When Sophie went camping with her Nan they had a RV with television and everything.”

“Yeah,” twelve-year-old Amie agreed. “And when Millie went camping with her parents they had a cabin at Centre Parcs and they had all kinds of activities to do.  This is just a field.”

“You girls are getting spoiled,” Mum observed.  “It’s the only holiday I could afford this year, and even this wasn’t cheap.  Sleeping bags might as well be made out of gold.”

“Okay, sorry,” Angela said unconvincingly. “We will try to have fun.

The girls finished putting up their tents, and then unpacked their supplies.

Suddenly there was a blood-curdling screech from one of the tents.

Melanie rushed to see what was the matter. “What’s wrong Amie,” she said with anxious concern.  “Was there a snake or something?”

“No,” Amie said with tears still welling in her eyes. “There’s no signal.”

Padre

 

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