Justine looks at the balloons and begins to grin, a spark of conspiratorial mischief glinting in her eyes. She can tell that you're a kindred spirit. "Yeah!" She grabs the balloons from your hand, pockets the pink one for herself, and waves the others in the air. "More prizes!" she shouts. "Balloons for second and third place! Pika Shimon Capela said so!"
If Justine likes it, the rest of the Muskrats like it. Cheers rise up from the rest of the kids, and they hop up and down even faster.
"I want the green one!" Sydney yells.
"No, I want the green one!" Dylan pouts. "Pika Shimon Capela, can I have the green one?"
Justine may be giving the orders, but the campers definitely recognize that you're on her side—and if you're on her side, then they're on your side.
"You need to win the green one." Justine raises her hand. "On your mark! Get set! Go!"
Muskrats erupt into complete chaos as they charge down the field, some remembering to hop, some running full out, some pushing the others out of the way. They fall into a laughing pile at the other end of the race course, having the time of their little lives.
Even better, they remember that you're the one who helped them have that fun. "Pika Shimon Capela!" Dylan calls. "We get the balloons now, right?"
You are the adored Giver of Balloons, and you've got Justine firmly on your side—at least for now. There are worse ways to start the summer.
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