8~
A week had passed, and it had rained the night before, and so, the earth gave up her heady scents, the next day, in the deep wood, where two bespectacled, little girls walked and explored.
As the breezes made the boughs of the pine forests sing softly, one of the girls spoke up.
"You shouldn't have walked out here without the counselors knowing where you were," Velma cautioned.
"I'm just curious, that's all. Aren't you?" Marcie said, stepping over a tree root. "That counselor was able to control all of those birds. It blew what I had right out of the water."
"So? Are you jealous?"
"No way! But, didn't you hear around the camp? People are starting to miss things, like personal stuff. I saw a bird fly out of one of the cabin's windows, …show more content…
Songbirds of various species were flitting and zipping overhead, dropping necklaces, wallets, and other small booty by her feet, while she gave a satisfied chuckle.
"Not a bad haul, my little ones. Not bad, at all. My animal controller worked like a charm. I can't wait until I get back home and really get the bugs out, so I can give it a proper test."
She, then heard the pitch of the birds' singing suddenly change. A communal warning. Something unfamiliar was detected, and the direction of the new song was towards the nearby periphery of the clearing.
The counselor gave an annoyed smirk. "Looks like I'll get my test, after all," she muttered, then, yelled to the woods, "My friends just ratted you out, you little snoops! Come on out, or I'll make my feathered friends think you're either a threat, or prey!"
Reluctantly, Marcie and Velma stepped out from the shade of the forest to confront the woman, while songbirds circled around them, overhead.
"You're those two girls who were kicked out last week!" the criminal counselor laughed. "Sorry you two came in dead last!"
"That's not why we're here," Marcie spoke up. "You're controlling those birds to steal, aren't …show more content…
"But, I think I've got something that might get us out of this jam!"
Still moving, Marcie reached into the pocket of her camp shorts and clumsily pulled out a small, round ball. Looking at it, momentarily, however, made her lose her footing on the uneven earth.
With a whoop, she tripped over a half-buried tree root and crashed into a tumble on the ground, the ball rolling free and ahead of her.
Velma heard the fall, stopped, and turned back, hearing the mad chirping getting closer and louder, as she returned to a still prone Marcie.
"Marcie, are you alright?" she asked. Marcie pointed to the ground by Velma's feet.
Velma looked down to see the round object resting. "What is it?"
"A pepper bomb!" Marcie told her. "Get it!"
Reaching down to grasp it, and hearing the screaming birds above them, Velma asked, "What do I do with it?"
"Throw it hard on the ground and move away!" Marcie instructed her.
Velma dashed the device into the dirt, where it hit a hard patch of earth and cracked apart. Under pressure from a tiny compressed-air pellet, the bomb released a stinging, choking cloud of red pepper dust, that was caught on the wind and, luckily, blown up in the direction of the brainwashed
A week had passed, and it had rained the night before, and so, the earth gave up her heady scents, the next day, in the deep wood, where two bespectacled, little girls walked and explored.
As the breezes made the boughs of the pine forests sing softly, one of the girls spoke up.
"You shouldn't have walked out here without the counselors knowing where you were," Velma cautioned.
"I'm just curious, that's all. Aren't you?" Marcie said, stepping over a tree root. "That counselor was able to control all of those birds. It blew what I had right out of the water."
"So? Are you jealous?"
"No way! But, didn't you hear around the camp? People are starting to miss things, like personal stuff. I saw a bird fly out of one of the cabin's windows, …show more content…
Songbirds of various species were flitting and zipping overhead, dropping necklaces, wallets, and other small booty by her feet, while she gave a satisfied chuckle.
"Not a bad haul, my little ones. Not bad, at all. My animal controller worked like a charm. I can't wait until I get back home and really get the bugs out, so I can give it a proper test."
She, then heard the pitch of the birds' singing suddenly change. A communal warning. Something unfamiliar was detected, and the direction of the new song was towards the nearby periphery of the clearing.
The counselor gave an annoyed smirk. "Looks like I'll get my test, after all," she muttered, then, yelled to the woods, "My friends just ratted you out, you little snoops! Come on out, or I'll make my feathered friends think you're either a threat, or prey!"
Reluctantly, Marcie and Velma stepped out from the shade of the forest to confront the woman, while songbirds circled around them, overhead.
"You're those two girls who were kicked out last week!" the criminal counselor laughed. "Sorry you two came in dead last!"
"That's not why we're here," Marcie spoke up. "You're controlling those birds to steal, aren't …show more content…
"But, I think I've got something that might get us out of this jam!"
Still moving, Marcie reached into the pocket of her camp shorts and clumsily pulled out a small, round ball. Looking at it, momentarily, however, made her lose her footing on the uneven earth.
With a whoop, she tripped over a half-buried tree root and crashed into a tumble on the ground, the ball rolling free and ahead of her.
Velma heard the fall, stopped, and turned back, hearing the mad chirping getting closer and louder, as she returned to a still prone Marcie.
"Marcie, are you alright?" she asked. Marcie pointed to the ground by Velma's feet.
Velma looked down to see the round object resting. "What is it?"
"A pepper bomb!" Marcie told her. "Get it!"
Reaching down to grasp it, and hearing the screaming birds above them, Velma asked, "What do I do with it?"
"Throw it hard on the ground and move away!" Marcie instructed her.
Velma dashed the device into the dirt, where it hit a hard patch of earth and cracked apart. Under pressure from a tiny compressed-air pellet, the bomb released a stinging, choking cloud of red pepper dust, that was caught on the wind and, luckily, blown up in the direction of the brainwashed