One of my favourite camp moments is the staff story, because it’s a great way to get to know all the new names. On top of that, I always enjoy the various ways the names get used and then how the staff have to try to act that out. Calypso pretty much has two options – the name of one of the characters, or music playing. Just try to imagine for a minute how you act out either of those two things. 😉
This year, Schultz has sent me the staff story, so you can enjoy it again and again!
From Schultz:
A long time ago, before I started attending Kalalla, someone started the tradition of writing what we call a “staff story” for the opening campfire. This story somehow includes the name of each staff member. The task of writing this story traditionally falls to the waterfront staff, who are largely responsible for planning the opening campfire. As a result, I’ve had the opportunity to write 6 or 7 of these stories over the past 9 years. Every year, we try to come up with new ways to use everyone’s names, but sometimes we have to go with the old standbys (sorry Jewels and Gem!). This year, Willy, Cupid and I took it as a personal challenge to find a different way of incorporating everyone who says “well, I’m always _____.” As a result, we have some pretty unique lines in here, and I’m pretty proud of how the story turned out. Willy, Cupid and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it.
with love, Schultz
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Kalalla. Kalalla had a lot of friends, but nowhere for all of them to hang out together. One morning, she woke up in a Chipper mood, put a new SD card in her camera, and set off to find the perfect place.
First, she came across a farmyard. A Goose and her Gosling were there. Before she could get close to them, though, they started running, and were Gonzo before she could talk to them. In the barn, a Lambchopped wood and a cow was Squirting milk. “There is too much commotion in this barn!” she said, and she continued her search.
Next, she wandered into the Hundred Acre Wood. She stumbled over a Boulder and fell on her Heinz-y. “Oops-a-Daisy!” said Tigger, before bouncing away after a Flutterby, leaving Kalalla on her own again.
She started walking towards a cabin, where Goldielocks was eating Pickles and Blondies, because the bears were out of porridge. Then Bentley the bear came home from the mine with a bucket full of Jewels and Gems. Kalalla wondered if the cabin would hold all of her friends. Goldielocks said that would be too much Treble. “Aww, Schultz!” Kalalla replied.
Kalalla was getting discouraged. Walking past an archery field, Cupid drew her bow and arrow, scarring Kalalla Willy-nilly. “If you are looking for a place to hang out, climb those stairs.” Cupid said, pointing her bow and arrow up a hill. As Kalalla walked up the hill, she started to hear voices Echoing among the trees. Snoopyng around a big tree, she saw all of her friends singing together under the Cosmos.
“Kalalla!” They shouted. “Where have you been? We couldn’t find your Digits, so we had no way to tell you we were here!” “Well,” said Kalalla, “I’m here now.”
And they lived happily ever after.
The End