Once when I was at Camp Casadero, I had a broken collar bone. I couldn't go on hikes. So instead Joseph and I went on a walk with my mom while my dad and brother were on a 2 mile hike.
We went down a trail and got to a waterfall with logs across the stream it went into. Joseph and I walked on the logs while my mom went on the bank. We almost caught a toad, but it was camaflouged too well.
Then we stopped to eat some lunch. After that we went back and we caught a lizard on the grass leash.
We went back to our cabin with the lizard to change into our bathing suit. After we changed we went to the pool and it bit me. I named him Bitty. When we got there he ran into a clump of grass under a rock. On the other side of the rock there was a small lizard. That was the best lizard on Earth. I named him Cutey.
Camp Casadero was great even though I had a broken collarbone.
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Dear Naama,
I like your story. I remember the blue-bellied lizard you caught with one hand--how impressive!
Love,
Amaya
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