Disjointed Pennsic dream, scattered details.

Frank and I were asked if we'd mind placing our tents at the entrance next year, or to use them as common tents.

Someone's bedsheet from the camp across from us got in our laundry. I had to return it to Mrs. Whitney (or Robinson, I forget), but their whole camp was still asleep.

Looking around their camp for ideas on how to improve our camp lay-out, I noticed they had an armor tent with hooks for boots, and all the boots looked like knee-high ski boots. I found a small tank of small animals some kid had caught--caterpillars, tiny frogs (they were so CUTE!), grasshoppers. I picked up a yellow frog smalled than my thumb, and that gave a grasshopper opportunity to pounce on and devour a caterpillar.

The head of the camp woke up and came out of her tent in her nightgown. I made some comment about the sheets and "no wonder" it was misplaced because she was fat. I regretted saying it, but she didn't seem to notice the slight.

Other details I forget.