It was either that or jail. Stanley's parents asked if they could have some time to find out more about Camp Green Lake,
but the judge advised them to make a quick decision. “Vacancies don't last long at Camp Green Lake.”
The shovel felt heavy in Stanley's soft, fleshy hands. He tried to jam it into the earth,
but the blade banged against the ground and bounced off without making a dent.
The vibrations ran up the shaft of the shovel and into Stanley's wrists, making his bones rattle.
It was still dark. The only light came from the moon and the stars, more stars than Stanley had ever seen before.
It seemed he had only just gotten to sleep when Mr. Pendanski came in and woke everyone up.
Using all his might, he brought the shovel back down onto the dry lake bed.
The force stung his hands but made no impression on the earth. He wondered if he had a defective shovel.
He glanced at Zero, about fifteen feet away, who scooped out a shovelful of dirt and dumped it on a pile that was already almost a foot tall.
For breakfast they'd been served some kind of lukewarm cereal. The best part was the orange juice. They each got a pint carton.
The cereal actually didn't taste too bad, but it had smelled just like his cot.
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