Summer Camp, pt. 9


It was late when we got back to camp from the island. Waikiki was hungry.

“I didn’t eat all my fish,” she said. “Just in case of frog brains.”

I served her an ice cream cone. “You’ll need the extra energy for the puppet show!”

I found Cadence sitting out at the chess table.

“Are you all packed, Cadence?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I can’t believe it’s our last night.”


Gerald came inside looking mopey.

“I don’t want to go home,” he said. “I wish we could stay here forever.”


Joel was telling Hahon that they could write each other.

“And can we even chat?” Hahon asked.

“Of course!” said Joel. “You know, some of the best friendships are the ones that continue online!”


“I guess I’m ready to put on the show!” said Waikiki. “You guys ready to watch?”


We all filed into the puppet courtyard.

Waikiki had already begun the show before we found our seats.


“Joel! I can’t see!” I whispered.

“It’s a faskinating dwama featuwing a stawved awtist,” said the puppet in the deerstalker cap.


“The play isn’t the point,” said the girl puppet in red. “It’s the pencil!”

“What’s the pencil?” asked Deerstalker.

“The point!”

“Mine is blunt.”



I found it funny in a sort of philosophical way.

“Do you have a pencil shawpenaw?” asked Deerstalker.


“You know… to shawpen my pencil?”


“I think he means ‘sharpener’!” said Joel.

“Oh!” said the puppet in red. “In that case, I’ll be right back!”


But she wasn’t right back. In fact, she never returned. In her place, came a pink monster that looked innocent enough, but he had me wondering.


When the puppet show was finally over, I felt like I’d had the most amazing experience of making sense out of something that seemed a little bit like nonsense but turned out, after all, to really be quite profound! It had a point, after all!

“That was a brilliant puppet show!” I told Waikiki.

“You really think so?” she said. “Thank you! Just wait till next summer! I’ve got all winter to practice my voices and all spring to write new episodes!”

“Hey!” said Gerald. “You don’t need to write them! I will! We’ll have a five-star Broadway Hit for sure!”

“What’ll you call it?” asked Blake.

“The Point of Frog Brains?” asked Waikiki.


We went to bed laughing, even Tre. It had been a fun summer, and we’d made great friends. I knew we’d miss each other–we always do, after every camp session. And I knew, too, that we’d carry with us all the fun memories. I know that I, for one, will never think of frog brains the same way again! Ribbit!

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