Everyone started making up their own beds and changing in their designated corners. Everyone except Cath, that is, who had to keep her head low to the floor so as not to see anything unpleasant. Finally, when everyone was ready, the matter of food had to be decided.
"What should we eat today?" Asked Warrick, massaging his rumbling stomach.
"How about some berries?" Suggested Sara.
"Or, mushrooms."
"Maybe some nuts." Grissom and Catherine both piped in. They all pondered the though, what would they like to eat? Which choice could they get the fastest, eat the quickest, and get rid of most efficiently? Simultaneously, they all chorused. "Berries!" And burst into a fit of giggles.
"Ok, gang, let's go." Catherine called out, and grabbing her knapsack from underneath her bed, she carefully clambered down the rope ladder that was used as a means to get to the ground. As soon as everyone got safely down, the small group started walking towards a nearby stream by which plentiful berries could be found.
As soon as they entered the clearing, the boys tore into the raspberry, blackberry, and blueberry bushes. Filling their mouths up to capacity and gulping down the small, delicious spheres. While the girls, daintily sat upon the grass under one bush and picked their breakfast slowly, chattering now and then.
"So, what should we do today Cath?" Sara asked her friend and eating companion.
"Well, how about we go into town and see if anybody needs our..." she groped for the right word, "'services'?"
"Hmm, sounds good to me." Mumbled Sara through a mouth full of raspberries.
The guys quickly filled up their stomachs and quenched their thirst with the cool, fresh water from the stream. Aimlessly walking around and around with nothing to do, Nick got a bright idea.
"Hey, guys," he whispered, and beckoned his two friends a little closer, "How about we play a little trick on the girls?" He flashed his teeth in a contagious smile.
"Ooooooh, yeah!" Warrick exclaimed.
Huddling together into a small circle, the black haired boy began to tell his friends about his mischievous plan. In the end, all of them got their drinking cups out of their knapsacks and filled them with water from the stream. Splitting up into three different directions, they started closing in on Sara and Catherine, who still suspected nothing. They wriggled through underbrush and razor sharp grass. Dropping low to the moist soil now and then, they finally had the girls surrounded. Nick, who was situated right behind Sara, flicked his arm up and the guys charged. With whooping yells and 'Ah ha's' the air was quickly filling with icy cold water. The guys' yells were combined with the shrieking of the outraged girls, and soon, all animals vacated a one mile radius around the group. The water supply was extinguished, yet the two girls stood side by side, completely soaked.
"Griss?!?!?" Began Sara.
"Warrick!!!?" Catherine wailed. Then, Sara turned to face Catherine and the girls both nodded their heads. And with another round of yells, Sara jumped onto Grissom's back and Catherine onto Warrick's.
"You, you, you," Sara thumped Grissom's head with every 'you' to emphasize the meaning. "You, nasty little thing!" She finally yelled out and brought her small hand down onto Grissom's curls one last time. "I can't believe you did that. What were you thinking? I'm soaked!" Grissom's only reply was laughter. He tightly held onto Sara's frame and began to run around the clearing like a mad lunatic. "Griiiiiiiiiiis!" She squealed as she was jostled up and down on his back.
Catherine, who was situated upon Warrick's back was incessantly beating him on the shoulder.
"I cannot...believe you...actually....did....that....awful, awful......thing.....you, you awful......awful....person!" Warrick remained quiet, but seeing Grissom's actions he decided to proceed in the same way. Nick, who was out of harm's way, leant against a tree, doubled up with laughter. His booming voice carried over the girls' and soon Grissom and Warrick both noticed. Stopping and slowly easing the girls off of their backs they looked at each other in astonishment. Here they were, being pummeled and the trickster was titled innocent.
"It was HIS idea!" They yelled and pointed accusing fingers at Nick's doubled up form. Catherine turned to Sara, quickly bent down and took off her new, fashionable flip flops. Throwing the right-foot one to Sara, she winked and charged at Nick.
The poor guy had no warning. When he looked up, the only thing he saw was Sara and Catherine racing towards him before he was blinded with a series of attacks. As Grissom and Warrick looked on, the only thing they could actually see was a red and a brunette head bobbing here and there amidst the flying flip flops. Mercilessly swatting the mastermind-behind-the-prank, both girls took immense pleasure. Unofrotunately, Sara's hand began to tire after a couple of minutes.
"Ok, I think he learned his lesson." She announced and gave Catherine her flip flop back. "But, if you ever do anything like that again," Catherine warned as she menacingly threw down both shoes and slid her freshly manicured toenails in. Everybody knew, though, that the next day a similar event would take place. No one commented. She finally turned around, hands crossed across her chest, glaring at Warrick and Griss who where rolling around on the grass, choking with laughter.
"Herm, herm," Grissom stopped laughing and cautiously sneaked a peek at Catherine's stormy face. Warrick followed suit.
"Now then," Sara took over, "If we could all act like mature children of our age, Cath and I have something of importance to say." She checked to make sure everyone was listening. Nick, a pained expression upon his face, standing on alert, was definitely listening. Warrick and Griss, who picked themselves up off the grass, stood side by side, listening also.
"Go on," Warrick prodded. Catherine threw him a fiery look and the man's next word was quickly choked down.
"Anyways," Sara continued, also looking cross-eyed at Warrick, "We want to go into town today and see if we can lend our 'services' there." She finished boldly, and it was a decided matter. Whatever the guys wanted to do was out of the question, the girls already picked. And eve seven and eight year olds knew not to mess with two pissed of ladies.
"Sure!" Grissom exclaimed enthusiastically. "I hope they have a good mystery for us." Nick and Warrick shrugged an 'ok'.
"Well, then, let's get going." Catherine commented and went to find her knapsack. Before following, Sara turned around and smirked, after sticking her tongue out at Nick, she followed Catherine. The boys trudged behind.
"What should we eat today?" Asked Warrick, massaging his rumbling stomach.
"How about some berries?" Suggested Sara.
"Or, mushrooms."
"Maybe some nuts." Grissom and Catherine both piped in. They all pondered the though, what would they like to eat? Which choice could they get the fastest, eat the quickest, and get rid of most efficiently? Simultaneously, they all chorused. "Berries!" And burst into a fit of giggles.
"Ok, gang, let's go." Catherine called out, and grabbing her knapsack from underneath her bed, she carefully clambered down the rope ladder that was used as a means to get to the ground. As soon as everyone got safely down, the small group started walking towards a nearby stream by which plentiful berries could be found.
As soon as they entered the clearing, the boys tore into the raspberry, blackberry, and blueberry bushes. Filling their mouths up to capacity and gulping down the small, delicious spheres. While the girls, daintily sat upon the grass under one bush and picked their breakfast slowly, chattering now and then.
"So, what should we do today Cath?" Sara asked her friend and eating companion.
"Well, how about we go into town and see if anybody needs our..." she groped for the right word, "'services'?"
"Hmm, sounds good to me." Mumbled Sara through a mouth full of raspberries.
The guys quickly filled up their stomachs and quenched their thirst with the cool, fresh water from the stream. Aimlessly walking around and around with nothing to do, Nick got a bright idea.
"Hey, guys," he whispered, and beckoned his two friends a little closer, "How about we play a little trick on the girls?" He flashed his teeth in a contagious smile.
"Ooooooh, yeah!" Warrick exclaimed.
Huddling together into a small circle, the black haired boy began to tell his friends about his mischievous plan. In the end, all of them got their drinking cups out of their knapsacks and filled them with water from the stream. Splitting up into three different directions, they started closing in on Sara and Catherine, who still suspected nothing. They wriggled through underbrush and razor sharp grass. Dropping low to the moist soil now and then, they finally had the girls surrounded. Nick, who was situated right behind Sara, flicked his arm up and the guys charged. With whooping yells and 'Ah ha's' the air was quickly filling with icy cold water. The guys' yells were combined with the shrieking of the outraged girls, and soon, all animals vacated a one mile radius around the group. The water supply was extinguished, yet the two girls stood side by side, completely soaked.
"Griss?!?!?" Began Sara.
"Warrick!!!?" Catherine wailed. Then, Sara turned to face Catherine and the girls both nodded their heads. And with another round of yells, Sara jumped onto Grissom's back and Catherine onto Warrick's.
"You, you, you," Sara thumped Grissom's head with every 'you' to emphasize the meaning. "You, nasty little thing!" She finally yelled out and brought her small hand down onto Grissom's curls one last time. "I can't believe you did that. What were you thinking? I'm soaked!" Grissom's only reply was laughter. He tightly held onto Sara's frame and began to run around the clearing like a mad lunatic. "Griiiiiiiiiiis!" She squealed as she was jostled up and down on his back.
Catherine, who was situated upon Warrick's back was incessantly beating him on the shoulder.
"I cannot...believe you...actually....did....that....awful, awful......thing.....you, you awful......awful....person!" Warrick remained quiet, but seeing Grissom's actions he decided to proceed in the same way. Nick, who was out of harm's way, leant against a tree, doubled up with laughter. His booming voice carried over the girls' and soon Grissom and Warrick both noticed. Stopping and slowly easing the girls off of their backs they looked at each other in astonishment. Here they were, being pummeled and the trickster was titled innocent.
"It was HIS idea!" They yelled and pointed accusing fingers at Nick's doubled up form. Catherine turned to Sara, quickly bent down and took off her new, fashionable flip flops. Throwing the right-foot one to Sara, she winked and charged at Nick.
The poor guy had no warning. When he looked up, the only thing he saw was Sara and Catherine racing towards him before he was blinded with a series of attacks. As Grissom and Warrick looked on, the only thing they could actually see was a red and a brunette head bobbing here and there amidst the flying flip flops. Mercilessly swatting the mastermind-behind-the-prank, both girls took immense pleasure. Unofrotunately, Sara's hand began to tire after a couple of minutes.
"Ok, I think he learned his lesson." She announced and gave Catherine her flip flop back. "But, if you ever do anything like that again," Catherine warned as she menacingly threw down both shoes and slid her freshly manicured toenails in. Everybody knew, though, that the next day a similar event would take place. No one commented. She finally turned around, hands crossed across her chest, glaring at Warrick and Griss who where rolling around on the grass, choking with laughter.
"Herm, herm," Grissom stopped laughing and cautiously sneaked a peek at Catherine's stormy face. Warrick followed suit.
"Now then," Sara took over, "If we could all act like mature children of our age, Cath and I have something of importance to say." She checked to make sure everyone was listening. Nick, a pained expression upon his face, standing on alert, was definitely listening. Warrick and Griss, who picked themselves up off the grass, stood side by side, listening also.
"Go on," Warrick prodded. Catherine threw him a fiery look and the man's next word was quickly choked down.
"Anyways," Sara continued, also looking cross-eyed at Warrick, "We want to go into town today and see if we can lend our 'services' there." She finished boldly, and it was a decided matter. Whatever the guys wanted to do was out of the question, the girls already picked. And eve seven and eight year olds knew not to mess with two pissed of ladies.
"Sure!" Grissom exclaimed enthusiastically. "I hope they have a good mystery for us." Nick and Warrick shrugged an 'ok'.
"Well, then, let's get going." Catherine commented and went to find her knapsack. Before following, Sara turned around and smirked, after sticking her tongue out at Nick, she followed Catherine. The boys trudged behind.