Socks

“Roll out, girls!” yelled our camp counselor. “It’s time to rise and shine.”

All ten of us in the cabin moaned and pulled the sleeping bags over our heads. “Just let us sleep for 10 more minutes. PLEASE!”

“No way. Time to get up and clean this cabin. Today is the day for the big sock race, and we are going to win!”

Avery, Jenna, and Kelly rolled off their bunks. Thud! I rolled off the top bunk and hit the floor. “Help! I’m being attacked by a giant sock!”

“I think you mean a sleeping bag!” laughed Kelly.

We ran outside and gathered under the flagpole.

“Today is the big day,” stated the head counselor. “It is the day for the longest sock race. When I blow the whistle, each counselor will come and pick up a bag. Each team will have socks in the bag. Tie all the socks together until the timer goes off. The team with the longest string of socks wins!”

“We’re gonna win! We’re gonna win!” we all screamed at once.

The whistle blew, and our counselor ran to get a sack of socks. She picked a blue travel bag and ran back to our line.

“Quickly!” she screamed. “Get the socks out and start tying!”

Avery opened the bag. Somberly, she said, “There’s a note. It says, ‘Dear counselor, we ran out of socks. If you want to win, solve the problem on your own!’”

“Oh, my gosh!”

“Oh, no!”

“Back to the cabin for socks!” we yelled, and off we galloped.