Today at school Mrs. Shepherd taught us all about arranging a hat. I was pretty good at it.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of rusty-nail-studded lumber for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Jack told one about a ghost named Lucien who haunted the guy who stole his cerulean calf. Danny was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally great.