Kamp Runamuk

The thunder muffin sat in the little bakery box for days, long after its fellow muffin mates were eaten by eager Kampers. I sat alone in the house, hungry, while I slaved away at my computer. All I could think of was that poor, lonely thunder muffin, all sweet and full of cinnamon. I know it wasn’t technically mine to eat, but I couldn’t help myself. I wondered, what was the statute of limitations on the ownership of a muffin? If the intended owner doesn’t eat the muffin in a reasonable amount of time, doesn’t that make the muffin fair game? I decided that after two days, the muffin was mine. After all, the other Kampers were having fun at Silver Dollar City, eating fresh cinnamon rolls at the bakery while I sat home alone working on my computer. I tried not to have a pity party for myself, and knew that once I sunk my teeth into that sweet thunder muffin, that I would make it through the day and get all of my work done. It was a small price to pay to get through the day and closer to my goal – to be on vacation!!!!

To the original owner of the muffin – I hope you will understand the sacrifice and agree with the transfer of ownership in good spirit