They called him Caveman and all that, but he couldn’t forget that they were dangerous, too.
They were all here for a reason. As Mr. Sir would say, this wasn’t a Girl Scout camp.
Stanley was thankful that there were no racial problems. X-Ray, Armpit, and Zero were black.
He, Squid, and Zigzag were white. Magnet was Hispanic. On the lake they were all the same reddish brown color— the color of dirt.
He looked up from his hole to see the water truck and its trailing dust cloud.
His canteen was still almost a quarter full. He quickly drank it down, then took his place in line, behind Magnet and in front of Zero.
The air was thick with heat, dust, and exhaust fumes. Mr. Sir filled their canteens. The truck pulled away.
Stanley was back in his hole, shovel in hand, when he heard Magnet call out.
“Anybody want some sunflower seeds?” Magnet was standing at ground level, holding a sack of seeds.
He popped a handful into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed, shells and all.
“Over here,” called X-Ray. The sack looked to be about half full.
Magnet rolled up the top, then tossed it to X-Ray. “How’d you get them without Mr. Sir seeing you?” asked Armpit.
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