Fuzz Bucket and Spaghetti Brain

Published January 1, 2010 by Eli Stutz

Jenny Green loved camping trips. So did Robert Green. They were brother and sister.

They got along great together. That’s what their parents said, anyway.

“You slimy Fuzz Bucket, you’re getting my tent all dirty!” said Robert to Jenny.

Your tent! It’s our tent. And the dirt is from your shoes, you hideous Spaghetti Brain,” said Jenny to Robert.

“Isn’t it lovely how nicely our kids get along, Mer?” said Matthew Green, their father.

“They’re such good kids. We are so lucky, Matt,” said Meredith Green, their mother.

It was the second afternoon of a five-day camping trip. The Greens were camping on an island in the middle of Big Snoo Pee lake.

It was the largest lake in the Hoochee Koochee nature reserve.

“Time to collect firewood,” said Matthew. “Everyone find 20 sticks.”

Robert and Jenny went off into the woods to find sticks.

Jenny came back with 25 sticks.

Robert came back with 30 sticks.

“I got more sticks than you did, Fuzz Bucket,” said Robert.

“Your sticks are wet, Spaghetti Brain,” said Jenny.

Matthew built the fire with the sticks and some logs he had chopped.

Meredith cooked a batch of macaroni and cheese over the fire.

No one argued during dinner. Everyone liked macaroni and cheese.

After dinner they roasted marshmallows.

Robert liked to put his marshmallows in the middle of the fire until they burnt to a crisp.

“Eeew!” said Jenny, when he offered her one. “Those are gross!”

“Suit yourself Fuzz Bucket,” he said, swallowing it whole.

When Meredith and Matthew weren’t looking, he opened his mouth to show Jenny the chewed up marshmallow.

Jenny picked up some dry leaves and threw them at Robert.

Then Robert kicked dust on Jenny’s pants.

Jenny started to run after Robert. They chased each other in circles around the campfire.

“Our kids play so nicely together,” said Meredith.

“We’re the luckiest parents in the world,” said Matthew.

Matthew took out his guitar. The kids sat down, panting.

He sang:

“Peace, love, and harmony,

It’s a beautiful world when everyone’s free.

No wars anymore,

Just music galore,

Let’s all join in singing – together

Let’s all join in singing – together”

“Now your turn, kids. Raise you voices…” said Matthew.

So Robert sang:

“Please stop bothering me,

You’re a silly girl, can’t everyone see?

Your brain’s made of lead,

You wet your bed,

Let’s all flick your ears – together

Let’s all flick your ears – together”

At the end of the song Robert tried to flick Jenny’s ears, but she ducked.

“That was really sweet, Robert,” said Meredith dreamily. “I wish my brother had sung me that when I was a girl.”

Jenny stuck her tongue out at Robert.

After a few more songs, Matthew told them a ghost story:

“A long time ago, not far away from here, lived an Indian family.

The father was a medicine man. He asked the brother and the sister to find a special kind of flower in the woods.

The brother and sister searched together all day.

Finally, as the sun was setting, they saw the flower. It had purple petals and it was blood red in the middle.

They picked the flower and started to make their way back.

But it had already gotten very dark, and they soon realized they were lost in the woods.

Suddenly, they saw that something was following them.

It was Gorelock, the moose demon.

Gorelock used to be a ordinary moose, before he was turned into a demon by the Evil spirit.

The two children started running for their lives, but it was too late.

Gorelock caught up with them and swallowed them both whole, in one mouthful. The End.”

“Daddy, that story was too scarry!” cried Jenny. “Now I won’t be able to sleep at night.”

“Scardy cat!” said Robert to Jenny.

“Spaghetti Brain!” said Jenny.

“Well, I think we’d better call it a night,” said Matthew. “We have a big day tomorrow.”

He and Meredith went to their tent. Robert and Jenny went to theirs, arguing about who would get the better spot.

Soon everyone was fast asleep.

In the middle of the night, Robert woke up. Jenny was shaking him.

“Robert, are you up?” she said.

“I am now, Fuzz Bucket.” said Robert.

“Robert, I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Well don’t go in here, Fuzz Bucket. Find some place outside.”

Jenny was quiet.

“Well, what’s wrong?” said Robert.

“I’m scared,” said Jenny.

Robert was quiet.

“Can you come with me?” said Jenny, in a whisper.

“Ok,” said Robert.

They left the tent together. Robert took his flashlight, but for some reason it wouldn’t turn on.

They walked about thirty paces from the camp site, to the edge of the deep woods.

Jenny went behind a tree. Robert stood guard.

It was very dark.

Jenny came out from behind the tree.

“What’s that sound?” she said.

“What sound?” said Robert.

They both listened. They could here the sound of crunching leaves. It was getting closer.

“Let’s get out of here,” whispered Jenny.

They started to walk quickly back to the camp when they saw it.

A tall, dark figure was moving towards them.

“It’s Gorelock!” said Jenny.

“Run!” said Robert.

They ran. The figure ran after them. But then Jenny tripped on a root and fell down. “Help!” she screamed.

Robert turned around to face the moose demon.

“Go away!” he shouted.

The moose demon shined her flashlight on Robert and Jenny.

“And what may I ask are you two doing out of your tent at this hour?”

It was Meredith.

“Mom!” said Robert.

Robert helped Jenny up.

“Thanks Robby,” she said.

“Were you two fighting with each other?” said Meredith, shining the light on Jenny’s dirty face.

“No Mom, I just needed to go to the bathroom,” said Jenny. “Robert came with me ’cause I was scared.”

Meredith shook her head. “You were getting along so well together, and now this! I’m going to have to tell your father what happened.”

The next morning Robert helped Jenny roll up her sleeping bag so that it fit into the sac.

When they set out after breakfast, Jenny let Robert have her canoe paddle, because he like hers better.

“Thanks, Jen,” said Robert.

“No problemo, Robby,” said Jenny.

“I’m a little worried about the kids,” said Meredith to Matthew, as they paddled out onto the lake. “Since last night, they haven’t been getting along with each other.”

“I know,” said Matthew, “maybe we need to set a better example for them.”

They paddled a few strokes ahead.

Suddenly Matthew splashed Meredith with his paddle, “Fuzz Bucket!” he said.

“Spaghetti Brain!” yelled Meredith, splashing him back.

Robert and Jenny canoed past the water fight.

“Mom and Dad are really weird,” he said to her.

“At least we always get along,” she said.

And they did.

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