Piles of Dirt: A Zig Zo Zig Parody/ A Dig Zo Dig Parody
Part One: You Are Entering Camp Bluey-Greeny Pond
Chapter One
There is a giant pond at Camp Bluey-Greeny Pond. There was was a small pond here, the smallest in Texas. That was over a hundred years ago. Now it is a ginormous pond.
There used to be a town of Bluey-Greeny Pond as well. The Warden ate all the people. True story.
During the summer the daytime temprature hovers around twenty five degrees (Centigrade) in the pond. If you can find it-it is disguised as sand. In the shade it is fifteen degrees (Centigrade).
The only trees are two old oaks at the Eastern area inside the pond. A hammock is streched between them. It has eye-burning pinks and greens. The Warden is a big hippy. Behind them there is a log cabin in the same pinks and greens.
The campers are forbidden to lie on the roof of that log cabin. It belongs to the Warden. If they did, they'd be tresspassing.
Out on the lake, baby's rattles, miniature lions and miniature Wardens have been brought to life by the Warden.
Here's a good rule about baby's rattles and miniature lions: If you bother them, they won't bother you.
Usually.
Being bitten by a baby's rattle or a miniature lion ia not the worst thing that can happen to you. You won't die, only be maimed or otherwise seriously injured. Somehow.
Usually.
Sometimes a camper will try to be bitten by a baby's rattle or miniature lion. Then s/he will get to spend a day or two in the tent instead of working, instead of having to make a pile of dirt and then sculpt it into the shape of the Statue of Liberty.
But if you're bitten by a miniature Warden, you will die. That's the worst that can happen to you. You will die a slow and painful death.
Always.
You may as well dance in the nude on the Warden's log cabin. There's nothing anyone can do to you anymore.
Usually.