I've sent word via passenger pigeon to the Viking that Junior has pink eye and a fever (yes, I apologized to Linda for not causing Junior's ailments). Luckily his encampment received the note kindly and is sending the Viking home early.
Long live the king!
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I wonder if the Medieval camp counselors would have sent Junior home because of some measley pussing eye socket?
Viking to the rescue! ARrrr... Here's to your getting some good sleep... you get to start drinking at 8 a.m., too, right?
Please tell me there aren't medieval camps for youngsters. That's just not funny.
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