Our second "Ichabod Crane Revue" of the summer: a short evening program, at the Hirdstock Stage, featuring a medley of new, never-yet-told stories by various members of the Frost Valley community. This time, Pokey-Totem, Susky, Lakota, Forest and Outpost all joined. Philip Laskaris told the first story - about a scary bush-shaking bear-scare incident when he was an LIT. Meg Lawrence told the next story - a fairy-tale-like tale she had written, about a fly named "Wawa" who wanted to turn into a firefly in order to light the way of a friend at camp. Lastly, there was Lincoln McClain, who told the true story of a friend of his, who lived in Albania and befriended a wild dog who, later, saved the friend from another pack. In between the stories: a round of singing "Deep & Wide"; the "Is It Time Yet?" skit; and the skit in which counselors demonstrate how to ration water (using the same cup of water for brushing, gargling, etc., whereupon someone, in the end, drinks the cup's disgusting contents down). Here are several photos of the magical night. As I sat on the hill, looking at all the kids wide-eyed and listening, and saw the full moon rise over the stage, and listened to my generous colleagues telling their tales (not an easy thing to do), I thought to myself: "Well, this is camp. This is pure camp."