At the youth camp the rich man's son was trying to get a large check cashed. The postmaster explained, "I'm sorry but I can't cash the check without someone to identify you. Don't you have a friend here?" "Not me," replied the crestfallen boy. "Fm the camp bugler."
A pig swallowed a stick of dynamite, rubbed against a building and caused an explosion that razed four city blocks. "It sure was upsetting," said the pig's owner. "For a couple of days we had a mighty sick pig on our hands."—Barbara Oliver, Martinsville, Indiana
A pig ate his fill of acorns under an oak tree and then started to root around the tree. A crow remarked, "You should not do this If you lay bare the roots, the tree will wither and die." "Let it die," replied the pig. "Who cares as long as there are acorns?"—Russian Fable
Camp life is just one canned thing after another.