"M-my intentions are pretty innocent! I'm not trying to get in your pants or anything... I'm going to make some S'mores." Scout stabbed about 12 marshmallows through a sharpened stick. The marshmallows were colorful at first but soon had a nice brown tint to them. He put each one inside of some graham crackers and chocolate. The others probably thought that Scout was doing what he usually does and made something for everyone, not this time. Scout scarfed down one S'more at a time savoring the flavor of each for only 10 seconds. After he finished he had burped and said a quiet and polite, "Excuse me." His face was covered in chocolate and marshmallow.

With another 6 marshmallows over the fire Scout started to notice how great everyone was getting along. This was a really good day. Scout couldn't think of a single thing that could ruin it. He smiled started to prepare some more S'mores. In the distance a wolf's howl could be heard. Scout liked wolves. They were fluffy blood thirsty puppies. Scout considered all dogs puppies no matter their size, just like he called all cats kitties.