Lewis’s POV
“s**t! Well, isn’t this nice?” I say out loud, despite no one being around to hear me. I had just gotten hit on the head with a big fat COLD drop of water. The tent the Evans pups had been using has a leak in it. More than one leak, actually. Meanwhile, it’s a torrential downpour outside. I had already moved all the bedding to this side of the smallish tent in order to stay dry. At this rate there will not be a side that isn’t damp from the multiple leaks.
This is why I’ve never really enjoyed camping. My dad was really into it, and would take me out into the woods regularly. He wanted to make sure I had survival skills and all that kind of crap starting from the tender age of 3.
“But dad,” I’d say after a few years of this nonsense, pleading with him in an effort
