Roo Poo. With feet that numbered twenty two went off to camp; with his friends From the clan of Schnoo
His teeth were now okay. Cleaned every day through the use of the brush from the Schnoo in the bunk above!
His letter; It thanked her for his knickers new. Seemed his oldies had suffered too. Some drastic disaster that caused him to plaster his undies with glue.
Roo Poo was having the time of his life. Lots of fun and a little strife with boys of similar bent. Boys Who spent their time eating food; stuffing their faces while having food races. Not done at home Or even at school But here at camp it was very cool.
Roo Poo the smallest Schnoo was winning a lot… He learned to belch. He also learned the fine art of the deadly fart!
His noises in the dark were sooooo loud…. They actually drew a crowd! and the teacher in charge thought the lion at large had escaped from the zoo. And landed right here in bed with Roo Poo.
It has to be said his camper friends laughed so loud, laughed so long that Roo’s teachers all joined in hilarious song..
He’d made his mark.
The camp went well for young Roo Poo. He had missed his Mum; He had missed his Dad; but such a great time he had had!
The smallest Schnoo with the feet that numbered twenty two.