Nathalia Buttface and the Embarrassing Camp Catastrophe. Nigel Smith
were boiling up sludge for supper, Nat and Penny and Darius went to the field to see how Dad was getting on.
Nat was planning to offer words of encouragement like: “Hurry up, baldy,” or “Dig it a bit deeper. We don’t want spiders or splashback.”
Darius just wanted to go so he could use it first.
When they got there, they could just see Dad’s bald spot peeking above ground. There was a mound of freshly-dug earth near the hole. Great shovelfuls of earth were being chucked up … and over Mr Dewdrop, who was standing next to the hole.
“Are you sure you’re setting a good example to the children?” Nat heard Mr Dewdrop ask, brushing earth off his clipboard. “I mean, you should get your girl Nathalia to do it. After all, it’s usually ‘losers, weepers’, everyone knows that.”
“Thanks. You could have said that two hours ago,” grumbled Dad, climbing out, covered in mud and dirt and worms. “I’ve finished it now.”
Darius whipped out some loo roll. “Out of my way,” he said with an evil grin.
Dad just smiled. “We need to put the little loo hut over it first,” he said. “Here, you can give me a hand.”
After a few minutes of heaving and dragging (Darius and Dad) and groaning and complaining (Nat), they had manoeuvred the little loo hut over the big hole.
Mr Dewdrop wandered off without helping and Nat had a horrible feeling Dad wasn’t making a good impression on him.
Darius dashed straight inside the dunny.
Dad brushed himself down and looked at the pile of earth he’d dug up. “I was hoping to find a bit of T. rex in the ground,” he said. “There’s tons of fossils round here.”
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