Frances999
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Received this in an e-mail that has been going around and thought I would share. It's great! 
Letter from Scout Camp
Dear Mum,
Our scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the storm and flood on TV and are worried.
We are OK.
Only one of our tents and two sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up in the mountains looking for Charlie when it happened. Oh yes, please call Charlie's mother and tell her he is OK. He can't write because of the plaster cast on his arm.
I got to ride in one of the mountain rescue LandRovers. I liked that. We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning. Walter, our scoutmaster, got mad at Charlie for going on a walk alone without telling anyone. Charlie said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so our scoutmaster probably didn't hear him.
Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas can will blow up? The wet wood didn't burn, but one of the tents did. Also some of our clothes. James is going to look weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home next Saturday if scoutmaster Walter gets the car fixed. It wasn't his fault about it crashing. The brakes worked OK when we left. Scoutmaster Walter said that with a car that old you have to expect something to break down; that's probably why he can't get insurance. We think it's a super car. He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, he lets us ride in the trailer because it gets pretty hot with 10 people in a car. We took turns riding in the trailer until the police stopped and talked to us. Scoutmaster Walter certainly knows how to talk to the police.
So don't worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive on the mountain roads where there isn't any traffic. It's pretty scary because the road is narrow and steep and all we ever see up there are logging trucks.
This morning we were diving off the rocks and swimming in the lake. Scoutmaster Walter wouldn't let me because I can't swim, and Charlie was afraid he would sink because of his plaster cast, so he let us take the canoe across the lake.
It was great. The water was rough and going up and down and there were lots of trees rushing past from the flood. Scoutmaster Walter isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even get mad about us not having life jackets.
He has to spend a lot of time working on the car so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.
Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When David dived in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.
Pete and I were sick because of the blood and threw up, but scoutmaster Walter said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken. He said they got sick that way with food they ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our scoutmaster.
He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time in prison. By the way, what is a paedophile?
I have to go now.
We are going to town to post our letters and buy cartridges for the gun.
Don't worry about anything.
We are fine.
Love, Chris
Letter from Scout Camp
Dear Mum,
Our scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the storm and flood on TV and are worried.
We are OK.
Only one of our tents and two sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up in the mountains looking for Charlie when it happened. Oh yes, please call Charlie's mother and tell her he is OK. He can't write because of the plaster cast on his arm.
I got to ride in one of the mountain rescue LandRovers. I liked that. We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn't been for the lightning. Walter, our scoutmaster, got mad at Charlie for going on a walk alone without telling anyone. Charlie said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so our scoutmaster probably didn't hear him.
Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas can will blow up? The wet wood didn't burn, but one of the tents did. Also some of our clothes. James is going to look weird until his hair grows back.
We will be home next Saturday if scoutmaster Walter gets the car fixed. It wasn't his fault about it crashing. The brakes worked OK when we left. Scoutmaster Walter said that with a car that old you have to expect something to break down; that's probably why he can't get insurance. We think it's a super car. He doesn't care if we get it dirty, and if it's hot, he lets us ride in the trailer because it gets pretty hot with 10 people in a car. We took turns riding in the trailer until the police stopped and talked to us. Scoutmaster Walter certainly knows how to talk to the police.
So don't worry, he is a good driver. In fact, he is teaching Terry how to drive on the mountain roads where there isn't any traffic. It's pretty scary because the road is narrow and steep and all we ever see up there are logging trucks.
This morning we were diving off the rocks and swimming in the lake. Scoutmaster Walter wouldn't let me because I can't swim, and Charlie was afraid he would sink because of his plaster cast, so he let us take the canoe across the lake.
It was great. The water was rough and going up and down and there were lots of trees rushing past from the flood. Scoutmaster Walter isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even get mad about us not having life jackets.
He has to spend a lot of time working on the car so we are trying not to cause him any trouble.
Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When David dived in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works.
Pete and I were sick because of the blood and threw up, but scoutmaster Walter said it probably was just food poisoning from the leftover chicken. He said they got sick that way with food they ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our scoutmaster.
He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time in prison. By the way, what is a paedophile?
I have to go now.
We are going to town to post our letters and buy cartridges for the gun.
Don't worry about anything.
We are fine.
Love, Chris
