The mood in the room shifts as Ms. Martin winds her speeches down. "And now I'll turn it over to the head counselors for your age group so that you can do some bonding exercises. Those of you who are lifeguards and activity leaders, join one of the age groups for now."
Everyone shuffles around—some eagerly, some sluggishly, some in between—to rearrange themselves according to the age of the campers that will be in their cabins. For you, that's the kids who are going into fifth grade, all nine or ten years old.
But of course they couldn't actually name the age groups after the kids' grades or ages. Nope. They had to name them after animals. So the lead counselor for your age group calls you over with a cheery, "Let's go, Muskrats!"
Welcome to the summer of the Muskrats.
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