Camping with Sir and Seashell
The trio had decided to go camping to celebrate Seashell’s birthday. Fern had never been camping before so it would be a new experience.
“Hmm socks, check. Chastity belt, check. Bug spray, check. Teddy, check!” thought Fern to herself as she added the final items to her suitcase. She hoped she hadn’t forgotten anything important.
Seashell and Sir were experienced campers so Fern could have asked them what to pack but Fern wanted to be independent. The trio had met at Sir’s house to load the luggage in the car before setting off.
“Do you think we will see any bears?” asked Fern.
“We’re going to Devon,” replied Sir.
The three had been driving for hours before finally parking the car a few miles from the camp site.
“Up and at it happy campers!” cheered Seashell while pointing towards the start of the trail. Fern looked confused.
“I thought we were here?” asked Fern.
“It’s a three mile hike to the campsite,” said Sir.
Fern grabbed her bags from the car but wasn’t feeling convinced about this camping lark. The trio walked to the campsite and put down their bags in a pile. Seashell was the most energetic of the group but Fern and Sir were looking a little tired from the walk.
“Let’s get the tents set up,” said Seashell.
“Yes ma’am,” joked Sir, who was used to being the one taking charge but Seashell clearly knew what she was doing.
Fern looked a little awkward…
“Um… I didn’t bring one,” said Fern.
“That’s okay, you’ll be sharing ours!” said Sir.
Fern gulped.
“Sir can pitch a tent, Fern go get some fire wood, and I’ll check the stream for water, bossed Seashell.
“Okay!” replied Fern before heading to the bush to gather some twigs.
Later that evening it was time to start cooking dinner…
“Hold my tin opener,” said Fern coolly.
Fern opened her suitcase and multiple tins of soup rolled out. Finally an aspect of camping Fern was good at!
The trio “enjoyed” the meal that Fern had prepared then got ready for bed.
“So where are the beds?” asked Fern while peering into the tent.
“You’re going to have to share our sleeping bag,” smirked Seashell.
Later that night there was a rustling outside the tent. Sir woke up and put on his torch. There was a groaning and moaning sound coming from the woods.
“Could it be a bear?” asked Fern.
“There’s no bears on Dartmoor,” replied Sir.
“What could it be then?” asked a scared Seashell.
The noise got closer so Sir got up to have a look. He had left the tent for a few minutes when suddenly there was a large groaning noise and the a yelp from Sir.
“Oh no! Sir!” shouted Fern brandishing her trusty tin opener.
Fern and Seashell left the tent to check on Sir but to their horror he was pinned beneath a huge moaning bear.
“Get off him!” shouted Seashell.
“mmppppfh” moaned the bear.
Fern shone a torch at the bear.
“Hang on… it’s cuddly!” said Fern.
Just as Sir managed to push the bear off him the trio noticed someone running towards them. It was Jenna! It turned out that Jenna and Lynn had been camping in the same woods and somehow Lynn had got stuck in the bear suit.
“See I knew there would be bears!” joked Fern.