Repossessed by Morgana Best

Author:Morgana Best [Best, Morgana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781922420459
Publisher: Best Cosy Books

Chapter 12

Now that the stinging had entirely subsided, I was horribly embarrassed I had flashed all the camp members. I traipsed behind them through the lightly falling rain as we made our way back to the campsite.

“Idle hands are the devil’s workshop,” Ian announced when we arrived at the camp. “Luckily, the costumes were stacked under a tree and were not burnt.”

“What costumes?” I asked.

“Didn’t you know?” Ian said. “Every year at church camp we do a nativity scene.”

“But it’s not Christmas,” I protested.

Ian ignored me. “And in good news, we found that the cans of baked beans weren’t ruined by the fire. Let’s all have a big feast before the play.”

I didn’t really care what they did. I was just happy that my bottom was no longer causing me excruciating agony. I was even able to sit on it.

Soon we were sitting around the campfire, the rain drizzling lightly but not enough to put out the flames, and Ian was opening cans of baked beans with a can opener covered in soot from the flames but still in working order. He handed everybody a can and a spoon. The cutlery had likewise survived the fire.

I sat and happily munched on baked beans while Ian chatted to everybody about the play.

“I don’t know what we can do for the scenery now since it’s all burnt.” He shot me a pointed look.

“Can’t we improvise?” I asked.

I thought Ian would protest, but he clasped his hands together with glee. “Excellent! We just need to make a manger and we can do that with branches and bushes, and we can gather bracken fern fronds. Yes, I’m sure there’s plenty of raw material in the bushes.”

“Who’s going to play the donkey’s behind this year?” Celia asked.

Ian tapped his chin. “Oh that’s right, Cyril couldn’t come this year. I know, what about you, Dylan?”

“The donkey’s behind?” Dylan repeated thoughtfully.

“Yes, we have a donkey costume. I always play the front of the donkey and we need someone to play the behind of the donkey.”

“I guess I’d be happy to be a donkey’s bottom.” Dylan’s face lit up in a wide smile, which turned to a grimace. He clutched his stomach. “I don’t feel so well. Maybe I licked too much tree moss.”

He handed Ian his can of baked beans. “You can have mine.”

Ian held up both hands in front of him to protest. “I couldn’t possibly take your food, Dylan.”

“Please do. I simply can’t look at baked beans.”

“Oh well, if you insist.” Ian snatched the can of baked beans from Dylan and scoffed the contents in double-click time.

“When will you be doing the church play?” I asked Ian.

“No time like the present,” he said. “We have nothing else to do.”

“Okay.”

Eliza stood up. “First of all, we should collect everything we need for the props. Laurel, who will you play?”

“A spectator?” I said hopefully.

She looked doubtful but then said, “I suppose we could do with one more spectator. Besides, we have everybody: the baby Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the three wise men, and the donkey.

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