While we were gone, the rat ate my Camelbak—the waterpack I use when riding my bike to different villages.
I was pretty sad, but not altogether devastated, as my little brother just sent with my dad a new day-pack one. I think it’s army issue—the booklet tells me how it can hook straight up to my gasmask. I hope I never use this feature! Oh, and it’s camouflage, which naturally means its invisible, so the Lopit people won’t be asking me if I’m sick anymore. Excellent.
On that same note, Jen says camo is a good color on me, which I take to mean she likes it when I’m invisible. Jerk.
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