Re: Campfire Stories
Merl Whitebook (MAWLAW@AOL.COM)
Sat, 15 Jul 1995 10:50:57 -0400
Here is another funny (or scary, scream the ending) campfire story.
Only his mother and father called him Todd. To every Scout in Eagle
District the name Todd suggested just one nickname, "TOAD", which Toad didn't
mind at all. You see, Toad wanted, more than anything else in the world to
win the smelly-sneaker contest.
Toad's sneakers were smelly. No doubt of that. But the first year he
entered the Indian Nations Council Great Smelly Sneaker Contest, he didn't
even get third prize.
The second year Toad entered the smelly-sneaker contest, he worked hard at
it all year. He had already learned from an Eagle Scout that not wearing sox
mattered. By not wearing sox, Toad made his sneakers much, much smellier.
In addition, Toad fudged on his showers. He turned on the water. He more
or less got into the shower and more or less washed most of himself,
including his hair. He knew his mom and dad could tell the difference
between the smell of clean hair and the smell of dirty hair, but they trusted
him to wash his feet. Toad did not wash his feet, which helped the smell of
his sneakers considerably.
Still, that second year Toad got only second place.
Toad was bitterly disappointed. After the contest, he stood sad and
dejected by a large garbage can, trying to decide if he should just chuck
those second-place sneaker right into the garbage.
"Hey kid!" called a hoarse voice from the other side of the can.
"Hey, kid!!!" the voice insisted.
"Yeah?" said Toad.
"How much you wanna win that contest?"
"More than anything!" said Toad.
"I know how you can win, " the voice said.
Toad peered around the garbage can, where a big skinny kid sat on the
"What'll ya give me if I tell?"
Without hesitation, Toad offered his brand new back pack, the thing he loved
most, the one he'd worked all summer to earn the money for. He'd give the
back pack. Toad offered it to the kid sitting beside the garbage can.
"Here's what ya do," said the kid, and he whispered instructions into Toad's
ear, then he put a small vial into Toad's hand.
"Thanks" said Toad.
The kid stood up, shrugged.
With a smile of pure delight, Toad offered the tall skinny kid his back
pack, but the kid turned his back. "Awww....Keep it," was all he said.
Toad raced home. The contest rules said you had to start the year with a
clean pair of sneakers. Some Scouts tried to cheat, but not Toad. He was
sure he'd win, for in the vial was essence of sneaker, foot sweat mixed with
scrapings from the sneakers of the last four winners of the Indian Nations
Council Great Smelly Sneaker Contest grand prize. Toad put the precious
droplets into his new sneakers. The results were instant and made Toad's
All that year he went sockless and put plastic bags on his sneakers at night
to keep the smell in, even though his parents made him put the sneaker
outside. After a few days, at the next troop meeting, even his Scout Master,
insisted that Toad's sneakers be left outside. Toad did as his Scout Master
said, first bagging the sneakers to keep the concentrated smell from getting
Toad's dedication and hard work paid off. As the day of the Indian Nations
Council Great Smelly Sneaker Contest drew closer, it was clear to all of the
Scouts that Toad would be the winner.
The first judge, a new, young assistant scout master, approached Toad's
sneakers. From more than a yard away, he began to retch.
The Second judge, an old, experienced Scout Master, wiped his eyes, waved a
group of papers before his face, and backed away from Toad's sneakers.
The Third judge, the District Executive took a whiff, grinned and said, "Now
that's more like it!" and awarded Toad First Prize!
Toad was giddy with bliss. When the judges asked if he'd like to donate the
sneakers to the Scouting Museum, Toad said "no". He'd wear them home. He'd
savor being champion.
Off Toad went, right foot, left foot, wearing championship sneakers, ones
you could smell from afar. Right foot, left foot.
Toad was a good long way from home when his left foot started to itch
something awful right around his toes, but Toad did not stop to scratch. He
went on and on. And it was not long before his right food started to itch
something fierce right around his toes, but Toad kept on walking.
And he walked and he walked, and the itch got to itching the whole sole of
his right foot and then the whole sole of his left foot.
But Toad kept on walking, without stopping to scratch until he got home.
And the itching was terrible-clear up to his ankles!
With a sigh of relief, Toad got home and reached down to take off his
championship smelly sneakers.
But when Toad took of the Championship Smelly Sneakers and got ready to
scratch, Toad discovered that............. ......................
If you can share some campfire stories or skits, that are not frequently
told, I would be in your favor.
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City