“Why do we have to go on a hike without eating breakfast?”
“I never said we did,” I told him. “Wrong the first time. I said we’d start before breakfast—from my patrol cabin. Then we’ll stop in the eats pavilion for breakfast.”
He said, “Oh.”
“Then we’ll go out in front of Administration Shack and hold the windmeter up and see which way the wind is blowing if any and if so, why not. Am I right? Do you follow me?”
“We’re way ahead of you,” Dub said.
“Then we’ll all raise our hands and make a solemn vow—”
“There you go with your solemn vows,” the kid shouted. “That means we won’t have anything to eat all day, I know.”
I said, “Your leader would like to have a large chunk of silence and very little of that. We are going to go whichever way the wind blows, north, south, east, west—”
“Hither,” said Dub.
“Thither,” said Egg Sandwich.