Look at this, it's ten o'clock already - the
badger has a keen, and the lifeline has a
medal. Five young boy scouts long ago
undid their tent. In a few hours, all those
fathers with their generous cars will be
piling back up the hill to pick up their
camping-trip boys. And take them home.
Having learned how to play with matches.
Having learned how to make fire. In my
own day, we'd huddle in the tent with
flashlights and forbidden magazines;
now they alone have phones yet allowed?
The backpack becomes too heavy to walk
with - like some Civil War oath, they
must swear to each other that only
their servants will carry their bags.