I was never sure whether the loud noise was

I was never sure whether the loud noise was part of my dream or for real, but just the same I jumped out of bed as fast as I could.

Knocking my head on the top of the bunk bed above me, I fell back down hard against the mattress.

My bunk mate peered below as I was rubbing my head. "Midnight meeting, by the falls. Be there or be square." I hated summer camp, but maybe this was different.

But then again, maybe not. I decided to show up at 11:45 pm & hide behind a bush near the falls to see for myself. 5 minutes later, my summer camp mates showed up with war paint on

sad looking dog named Elmer. The campers painted him like a Cheyenne war pony. Elmer wasn't brave or war like at all. He really just like laying by a fire. But when the campers

Grabbed him, he bit their heads off and they found some other animal to eat for dinner. Elmer and Dr. Dog went home for dinner. The unhappy campers were howling at the moon. Wolves

snuck into their Winnebago and took off down highway 66, finally free of Yellowstone Park forever. Wilber Wolf did the driving, and they got about forty miles before the gas ran

into the infamous apple dumpling gang, who hitched a ride. Wilber Wolf loved children with or without hot sauce he hadn't eaten since granny. He was about to eat the little girl

for a snack but Wilbur had a change of conscience. He didn't want to eat little girls. He wanted to be good. Lol - JK. He tore into the girls carcass and devoured her alive!

Inside Wilbur's stomach, one of the little girls pulled out a Zippo lighter that her grandfather, a Van Helsing, had given her for her birthday and burned her way out for them all.