Our scoutmaster told us to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV. We are OK. None of us got drowned because we were all up the mountain looking for Chad when it happened. Please call Chad's mother and tell her he is OK. He can't write because of the cast. This morning, all of the guys were diving off the rocks and swimming out in the lake. Scoutmaster Walt wouldn't let me because I can't swim. Scoutmaster Walt isn't crabby like some scoutmasters. He didn't even get mad about the lifejackets. Guess what? We have all passed our first aid merit badges. When Dave dove in the lake and cut his arm, we got to see how a tourniquet works. Wade and I threw up, but Scoutmaster Walt said it probably was just food poisoning. He said they got sick that way with food they ate in prison. I'm so glad he got out and became our scoutmaster. He said he sure figured out how to get things done better while he was doing his time. By the way, what is a pedophile?
Love, Jordie