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🏕 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕌𝕡 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕖

@former-woodscouts​ 🏕 🄼 🄰 🅇 🅆 🄴 🄻 🄻

It’s been a ｒｏｕｇｈ morning so far for the 𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣  . Several 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤 had torn down the cabins to build make-shift trenches , half the popcorn stash had been COMPROMISED by squirrels , Edward had taken out someone’s eye while trying to ｈｕｎｔ said squirrels with a bebe gun , and he’d gotten a very ANGRILY worded call from the 🌺 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤 🌺 leader again that afternoon warning him what would happen to him if ｏｎｅ   ｍｏｒｅ of his boy’s snuck onto their grounds to pull another prank . What he really would have loved was a quick POWERNAP , but of course that wasn’t going to happen . Just as he was about to settle down for a moment , he heard ｓｎｉｆｆｌｉｎｇ coming from one of the cabinets . Narrowing his eyes SUSPICIOUSLY at it , he crossed the room and opened the door to find one of his 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤 inside - One he shouldn’t have been surprised to find squirreled away like this , sporting a couple of ｂｒｕｉｓｅｓ like he usually did .

He reached in and grabbed the boy , pulling him OUT of the cabinet and settling him on his feet . A quick once-over showed that he didn’t appear to have any broken bones or incredibly ｓｅｒｉｏｕｓ injuries and David sent out a silent thought of gratitude for THAT ; He really didn’t feel like driving to the hospital right now .

❝ Maxwell , ❞ the  𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣  grumbled , kneeling down to the 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕥'𝕤 level and settling a hand on either of his arms to hold him in place . There was a couple of tears still ｌｉｎｇｅｒｉｎｇ on the boy’s face , but he didn’t bring attention to them for the time being . The sooner he figured out why the kid was crying THIS  TIME , the sooner he would get to rest . ❝ What’s wrong ? ❞