Theodore spit a thin line of saliva between his teeth, causing some of the other boys to complain about the need to keep their “home” sanitary.
“You were all new here once,” said Mr. Pendanski, “and you all know what it feels like. I’m counting on every one of you to help Stanley.”
Stanley looked at the ground. Mr. Pendanski left the tent,
and soon the other boys began to file out as well, taking their towels and change of clothes with them.
Stanley was relieved to be left alone, but he was so thirsty he felt as if he would die if he didn’t get something to drink soon.
“Hey, uh, Theodore,” he said, going after him. “Do you know where I can fill my canteen?”
Theodore whirled and grabbed Stanley by his collar. “My name’s not Thee-o-dore,” he said. “It’s Armpit.”
He threw Stanley to the ground. Stanley stared up at him, terrified.
“There’s a water spigot on the wall of the shower stall.” “Thanks... Armpit,” said Stanley.
As he watched the boy turn and walk away, he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why anyone would want to be called Armpit.
In a way, it made him feel a little better about having to sleep in a cot that had been used by somebody named Barf Bag.
Maybe it was a term of respect. Stanley took a shower— if you could call it that, ate dinner— if you could call it that,
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