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While we were in the water, one boy dunked another under the water. The next thing I knew, Emmett had dunked me under the water and was holding me there. A couple of minutes later, he let me back up.

"Emmett, what the hell was that?" I asked.

"I was trying to drown you," Emmett said proudly.

"Emmett, trying to drown me is as pointless as trying to drown a fish. I don't need oxygen."

"Oh yeah. Wait! You can't drown a fish? That's why Bella's fish lived for so long."

Wow.

"Good," said Caitlin, "I guess we're done here. You can all go back to your cabins now."

We started to leave, and then Emmett yelled, "Wait! I didn't get a job!"

"If you don't have a job, you can just walk around and supervise. You know, keep the kids out of trouble."

"Can I chase butterflies?"

"No," Caitlin said, looking slightly disturbed.

"But I wanna chase butterflies."

"But you can't," Caitlin explained.

"I WANNA CHASE BUTTERFLIES!" Emmett screamed.

"Okay, fine."

"Thank you."

Later

I didn't have a job, so I just walked around and supervised the campers. I had just broken up an argument between two kids when something hard hit me and knocked me to the ground. I looked up to see Emmett running across the beach, yelling, "Here butter butter butterfly!"

Emmett was chasing butterflies, totally oblivious to the scene on the beach. Classic Emmett.

"Hey, come back here!" he yelled, "You're so pretty! You wanna be friends?"

Well, that's kind of disturbing. A guy who's at least 50 years old, maybe 75 is chasing butterflies because he things 'they're pretty.' I'm scared.

Come here. Okay, almost got you. 1, 2, 3, jump! Ha! Oh, wait. I missed. It's okay, Emmett. Just try again. 1, 2, 3, . . . shoot. Stupid butterfly.

"Come back, butterfly! We can be friends!"

The butterfly didn't come back. Ooh! That butterfly is even prettier! I'm gonna chase that one instead!

"Hello, butterfly!"

It flew away.

"Hey! Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you! I just wanna be friends!"

It didn't come back. It just kept flying away from me. I started to dry-sob, and then I heard a voice. "Emmett, are you alright?"

Oh my God. The butterfly just talked to me. Am I going crazy? Next, I'm gonna hear voices, and then I'll have to go to a mental institution and then . . .

"Emmett!"

Hmmm. That butterfly sounds suspiciously like Jasper. It's a Jasperfly!

"Yo, Emmett! Are you in there?" the Jasperfly asked, knocking on my head. Wow, I didn't know butterflies, well, Jasperflies, could hit that hard.

I turned around to see Jasper standing behind me. "Oh, Jasper! I thought you were a Jasperfly!"

"What the hell is a Jasperfly?"

"Well, you see," I explained, "I was chasing a butterfly, and then you talked, but I though the butterfly was talking. It sounded like you, so I thought it was a Jasperfly, but it was really just you."

"Oh. . . well . . . that's . . . um . . . actually kind of disturbing."

"It is not. So, what did you want? This had better be important. You interrupted my conversation with the Jasperfly."

"Emmett, there's no such thing as a Jasperfly."

"Lalalalalalalalalala! I can't hear you!" I screamed. Stupid non-believer.

"Emmett, you need to stop chasing butterflies or Jasperflies or Edwardflies or whatever."

"Don't be silly, Jasper. There's no such thing as an Edwardfly."

"No, seriously, Emmett," he said. "You have to stop."

"Why?" I asked.

"Alice had a vision of Erika calling the mental institution on you."

"Why?"

He looked at me like it was obvious. "Emmett, guys your age don't go around chasing butterflies."

"It was a Jasperfly." I corrected him.

"Okay then, they don't chase Jasperflies."

(I had to put the whole thing up it hilarious )

"Nessie, pulling pranks is a serious offense. You need to learn how to behave so you can become a nice young lady." Emmett Told me.

I stared at him. Did those words just come out of Uncle Emmett's mouth? How could he have said something that made sense? He still thinks 2 + 2 = 22.

"What?" he asked when he saw me staring.

Emmett started to sing, "Frosty, the snowman . . ."

"Shut up, Emmett." Nessie told me.

"That wasn't me. That was Billy-Bob. Now, apologize to Billy-Bob."

"I am not apologizing to a rock."

"APOLOGIZE TO BILLY-BOB!" Emmett screamed.

"Wait," Victoria interrupted. "Who's Billy-Bob?"

"Emmett's rock," Nessie explained.

Emmett POV

Finally! Lunch time. I'm starving! Wait . . . I don't need to eat, yet I'm starving. How does that make sense? Oh well, who cares? If I'm starving, I'm starving, whether I can eat or not.

Lunch was sandwiches. We would either have peanut butter or cheese, and since I'm lactose intolerant, I chose peanut butter.

"Emmett, that makes no sense," Edward told me, after reading my mind.

"Yes it does."

"In what world?"

"The real world."

"But it makes no sense!" he insisted.

"Yes it does. What happens when I drink milk?"

"Emmett, you can't drink milk. You're a vampire."

"Exactly! I can't drink milk, I'm lactose intolerant. I told you it makes sense."

"In a twisted way."

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