Fourth Wall Owl
It was dark in the woods, the guys had their cute pjs on, I had a long gown on. We were by the bonfire, getting ready to roast wieners.
"I'm a roastin' wienies," Micky sang.
I giggled.
"Ok...we're a roastin' wienies."
I giggled again.
"Aw Micky."
I pat him on the back. Davy sat next to me.
"Whew, what a day Alice, long drive, pitching up the tent, and gathering firewood."
"Well, that's camping Davy."
He chuckled. We heard an owl.
"What was that!?" Peter asked.
"It's just an owl Peter, they won't hurt you," Mike said.
We started roasting. Then, we heard another owl.
"Ahh!" We all shouted.
"Guys, it's just an owl," Mike said.
"Calm down guys," I said.
We continued roasting. Then, we heard another owl. I rolled my eyes and stood up.
"Would you tell Bob not to make the owl sounds please?" I asked the crew of the show.
Referring to Bob Rafelson, one of the producers.
We then started roasting marshmallows to make smores.
"Alice, how do you make smores?" Davy asked.
"Well, you roast your marshmallow first, get a gram cracker and put the marshmallow on top, then put a piece of chocolate on it, and place another gram cracker on top, makes a delicious dessert while camping."
Davy assembled his smore.
"Did I do it right?"
"You sure did Davy, good job."
"Why isn't called a chocogrammallow sandwich?" Micky asked.
"I don't know Mick," I said chuckling.
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