Tonight, I got to work a little early so I could do some work in our nature lab. I could hear the campfire program starting over in the hillside amphitheater (which, coincidentally, is where Jeanine and I got married exactly two years ago). As I walked out the nature lab door to find a stick to wedge under a cage to allow room for a heating pad cord, I heard the first campfire song start up. As usual, it was the camp classic, "Banana Slug". I looked down at the dark pathway and saw a small stick. In fact, it was exactly the size I was looking for. When I touched it, I realized that I had been mistaken...
It was a banana slug.
There must be magic in those old camp songs.
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