Morning in the Land of Waldos

by Rosepixie

A series of very short stories about characters from Where's Waldo? in the morning. There is very little plot, but it is safe to assume that the stories all take place on the same morning, so small connections may become evident. I have no current plans to expand any of these, but may continue to add more of them over time.

1. Waldo

Waldo dug through his knapsack until he found his tin cup and some loose tea. He had stayed in a busy campsite for the night and was now enjoying the mostly organized chaos of a hundred or more campers getting ready for the day.

As he sat down to make his tea over a shared campfire, Waldo watched the people around him. A large group nearby was packing up their supplies and taking down their tents. It looked like they were preparing to head out on a hike into the woods when they finished breaking down their camp.

At the next campfire over, a woman was warming up a bottle for her baby and a boy was throwing a stick for Woof. Waldo smiled. He had wondered where the dog had disappeared to.

While the water was heating up in the tin cup, Waldo glanced around in anther direction. He spotted a woman showing some men where they were headed on a map. The men looked very confused and Waldo hoped that they wouldn't end up getting lost.

He frowned as his eyes landed on Odlaw writing "Odlaw wuz here" on the side of a nice family's camper. He really wished that Odlaw would stop doing that! It baffled Waldo why anyone would persist in being so incredibly rude. He met so many people in his travels and had long since learned that being polite was the best way to ensure pleasant travels.

The water was finally bubbling, so Waldo dropped the tea leaves into the cup to steep. While he waited, breathing in the sweet smelling tea steam, he looked around for Wilma. She had arrived last night and must be somewhere, but he had yet to spot her this morning.

At the edge of the crowded area was a small campsite where a bear was stealing a string of fresh-caught fish. He could see a couple peeking out of the tent in alarm. A man nearby seemed prepared to act if the bear did anything threatening, but the bear seemed focused on the fish and Waldo felt certain that the worst that would happen was the loss of the couples' meal.

Finally he found Wilma. She was near the edge of the woods looking at some red and white flowers. He wished that he had spotted the flowers before her, they would have made a perfect gift. Oh well. At least they were here together and they had a whole week of traveling planned out ahead of them. Waldo couldn't think of anything better than that. And perhaps he'd find Wilma a gift at one of the other places they were planning to visit.