The sun was starting to rise up and so was Clarence, Sumo, Jeff, and Chelsea. They had chosen to rather sleep than just take a rest as it'd be more safe in the daytime to travel. Sumo put out the fire by kicking dirt and sand over the pit. In Their part of Arizona the temperature can be described as bipolar, since at night it gets really cold, and then during the day, it's blazing hot. Everybody woke up in a pool of sweat, everybody started taking off their new hoodies and putting them in their bags. Since they only had about 3 ½ hours left of walking, things where looking up for the most part. And even better, the group was approaching a forest, where they can bottle water and get some shade.

"Hey Jeff there's a forest up there, is it along our path?" Chelsea asks

"It sure is, hopefully we can get some shade under the trees!" Jeff said optimistically

The air was humid and sticky, it felt as if you where to bathe in soda and then walk out into the Sahara.

As they approached the forest, they could hear the sound of running water. Clarence quickened his pace and soon, they found themselves at the edge of a river. The water looked cool and inviting, and the group couldn't resist the temptation to take a dip.

Sumo was the first to jump in, followed by Jeff, Chelsea, and Clarence. The cold water felt amazing on their skin, as they swam and splashed around for a while.

Suddenly, Jeff realized that he had the map in his pocket, and he quickly got out of the water. But it was too late, the map was soaked and the ink had run, making it impossible to read.

"Oh no, what are we going to do now?" he exclaimed.

"What do you mean?" asked sumo

Sumo looked down at his hands and his stomach dropped as he saw the ruined map.

Chelsea suggested that they follow the river downstream, as it might lead them to a town or a road. So they got out of the water and started walking along the riverbank.

The forest was dense and the going was slow, they walked for what felt like hours, with no sign of civilization. The sun was starting to set, and they knew they had to find a place to spend the night.

They soon came across a clearing in the forest, with a small stream running through it. They set up camp, using their wet clothes to create a makeshift shelter. They were tired and hungry, but they managed to make a fire and eat some trail mix.

As they sat around the campfire, they talked about their situation and what they could do next. They were lost in the forest, with no map and no idea where to go.

Ms. Baker, Mr. Reese, and Ms. Shoop are standing at the entrance to the Grand Canyon National Park, looking confused and disheveled. It's been a day since the field trip, and they are just now realizing that they forgot to account for Sumo, Clarence, Chelsea, and Jeff.

Ms. Baker: "Oh no! How could we forget about them?!"

Mr. Reese: "I thought you had them, Ms. Baker!"

Ms. Shoop: "I thought you had them, Mr. Reese!

"Ms. Baker: "No, I thought you counted them, Ms. Shoop!

"Ms. Shoop: "I definitely did not count them. I was too busy counting my canned beans."

Mr. Reese: "Well, what are we going to do now? We can't just leave them out here in the Grand Canyon!"

Ms. Baker: "I don't know, but we have to find them before it gets dark!"

As they frantically search the park, they come across several other groups of students, all of whom, unlike Clarence, Jeff, Chelsea, and sumo, have been accounted for. The other teachers are giving them confused looks, wondering why they are still looking for students.

Ms. Baker: "Have you seen a group of four students? A boy named Clarence, a girl named Chelsea, a boy named Sumo, and a boy named Jeff?"

Other Teacher: "Um, no, sorry. We have all of our students here. Are you sure you didn't leave them at the school?"

Ms. Shoop: "Ha ha, very funny. No, we definitely brought them on the trip with us."

Mr. Reese: "Wait, do you think they could have gone off on their own? Those kids are always getting into trouble."

Ms. Baker: "It's possible. Let's split up and search the park. And this time, let's make sure we don't lose anyone else!"

As they continue their search, they start to realize the extent of their irresponsibility and the potential consequences of their actions. But for now, they have to focus on finding the missing students and getting them back safely.

As the group made their way through the forest, Clarence spotted a small group of bears in the distance. "Oh, look at those cute little cubs!" he exclaimed, starting to approach them.

"Clarence, wait!" Chelsea called out, but it was too late. The mother bear had noticed Clarence and her cubs and was starting to growl menacingly.

The rest of the group froze in fear as the bear charged towards them, determined to protect her young. Clarence, now realizing his mistake, tried to back away slowly, but the bear was closing in fast.

Just as they thought all was lost, a loud gunshot rang out, scaring the bear away. It was a ranger who had heard the commotion and rushed to their aid. However now even if the bear was going to attack Clarence, he was still sad that the ranger had shot it. As he saw the cubs scurrying away, bewildered and alone. Tears streamed down his face as he realized the consequences of his actions.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I didn't know it would end like this."

Chelsea put her arm around him, trying to comfort him. "It's okay, Clarence," she said softly.

Clarence nodded, still sniffling. He knew Chelsea was right, but it was hard to shake the guilt and sadness he felt."

As the group stood there, processing what had just happened, they suddenly heard a loud voice booming from behind them.

"Well, howdy folks! I reckon I got here just in time!" The voice belonged to a man in a military uniform, carrying a rifle over his shoulder.

Everyone turned to see who it was, and Clarence's eyes widened in surprise.

"Wow, it's Bucky O'Neill!" he exclaimed, pointing at the man in the costume.

The rest of the group looked confused, but Clarence explained, "He's the mascot for Rough Riders Chicken, and he's supposed to be a famous hero from the Civil War!"

Bucky approached the group with a big grin on his face. "Y'all look like you've been through quite a bit. Lucky for you, ol' Bucky here knows how to handle himself in a tight spot."

Jeff stepped forward, a skeptical look on his face. "Wait a minute, you're not really Bucky O'Neill, are you?"

Bucky chuckled. "Well, not exactly. But I sure do like to pretend! And let me tell you, folks, the new Rough Riders sauce is the real deal." he said as he looked off in the distance as if he was looking at camera

Sumo rolled his eyes. "Great, now we're stuck with a fake hero obsessed with some chicken."

But Clarence was fascinated by Bucky's costume and rifle. "Wow, can I see your gun, Bucky?" he asked eagerly.

Bucky obliged, handing the rifle over to Clarence, who held it with wide-eyed wonder. Chelsea shot a worried glance at Jeff, but he just shrugged and muttered, "Kids."

As the group walked on, Bucky joined them, regaling them with stories of his supposed heroics in the Civil War and his adventures as the Rough Riders Chicken mascot. Clarence listened with rapt attention, eager to learn more about the man behind the costume. And although the others were a bit skeptical of Bucky's claims, they couldn't help but be entertained by his folksy charm and contagious enthusiasm.