Danie's plan was fairly simple, and consisted of two parts. 1. Summon all the living things in the ring into her dimension before they could do the same to her, and 2. Hope the ring had never absorbed a dinosaur. When you thought about it a little harder, it really wasn't simple at all, but Danie carefully chose to ignore that fact.

She should probably wait, she thought, until later to do it.

Then again, why? There was no time like the present—The longer she hesitated, the likelier that the unthinkable would happen.

Okay. Danie decided. Now.

She closed her eyes and said aloud, "I want for every living thing ever been sucked into this ring to come here NOW!" There was a pause.

Then a roar.

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Spyro eyed the door to the kitchen, where he thought he could detect the faint scent of donuts wafting into the dining hall.

"What are you looking at?" Hotairballoon asked, through a mouthful of chicken.

"Oh, nothing," Spyro said.

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Puck sized Dev up with her eyes from across the room; he was stretched out on one of the benches, legs crossed, poking Feather with his toe. She narrowed her eyes and smacked him. Puck giggled. Boy, would she love to do that.

Okay, he was approximately 5 feet tall, Puck decided. So that would require fifteen feet of string and three bananas. She made a note in her notebook, then counted the number of campers. Sixteen. She made a note of that, too. Just a few more calculations and quite a bit more planning, and we're all set. Puck thought grimly, looking at Dev. Their eyes met for a second, and Puck's heart beat faster.

She smiled. Boy, was she ready for this.

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A huge lion stood before Danie, its golden pelt rippling above a powerfully muscled body. Opening its mouth, Danie got a lovely view of its flashing teeth, looking ready to rip her meat off her bones. The lion began walking forward, growling. Danie took a step back. The teeth. The claws. Was this the end?

Then she remembered.

Her blaster! She whipped it out, pointed it at the beast, and pulled the trigger, her heart pounding. There was a POP, and then silence. Cautiously, Danie opened one eye, not lowering the gun.

A fluffy, pink unicorn was in its place.

"THAT. WAS. AMAZING!"  a voice said from behind her. Danie turned around. Two girls were standing there, wide-eyed. In the excitement of the lion's almost attack, Danie had forgotten about her orignal plan. She took a look around. Besides the girls, there was a parakeet, happily perching on a small sapling and nibbling a seed, as well as a tawny cat, curled up on a cushion. Danie wondered how the animals had gotten those things, but then she realized—Not only humans could wish for things.

"How'd you do that?" the other girl asked, taking a step forward. "Is that super carbon-fiber nanotech?"

"Uh..." Danie said. "I don't know."

"What's your name?" the first girl questioned. "I'm Leeli."

"Danie."

"I'm, well..." the second girl shot a look at her companion, who shrugged. "I don't really remember my name, but you can call me Novelist. Or Nova." 

"O-okay, Leeli. Nova. How long have you guys been here?"

"Um, well..." Leeli said.

"It's hard to say..." Nova mumbled.

"Do you know anything about this place?" Danie asked, feeling as if she was interrogating criminals at a police station.

"I guess all we know is that you can't get out and that if you wish for something you get it." Leeli shrugged. Danie began briefing them on what her friends had told her. When she had finished, Nova nodded slowly.

"Huh. That's odd," she said thoughtfully. Then she brightend up. "Ten bucks I can ride the unicorn!"

Admins, I'm just curious, do you have control over if a thread tops? Because I've been trying to get this thread up becasuse I just wrote a new installment and it's not going.

We do not have control over that. You can try again if you like! ~Admin 

Yay, new part! Thank you!

Yay! It's a new post! This is looking great, Abi!

Sorry I really don't post that much. . . I'm not really very good with consistent writing on a schedule.

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Dinner passed quite uneventfully, and soon enough, the dishes were stacked in the bins and the campers were waiting at the tables for their dessert. Charlie (the boys' cabin counselor if you were paying attention), balancing a large, circular white platter on one hand.

And on it, a stack of plump glazed donuts.

Spyro leapt up, his eyes dazed, focused in on the donuts. He made a mad dive for it, obviously intending to steal the deep-fried pastries all for himself. Hotairballoon attempted to knock him back into the chair, but the silver dragon fell forward instead. Charlie tripped, the plate sliding off his hand, the donuts bouncing up into the air. . . 

"NO!" Spyro cried in horror. Hotairballoon had stuffed a napkin into his mouth to keep from laughing. It tasted strange.

And suddenly, Puck leapt up, snatched the dish out of the air, the donuts miraculously all landing on it, and sprinted out of the dining hall at top speed.

There was a silence as everyone processed this.

Then Spyro screamed, "I MUST HAVE THEM!" and tore after her.

A few more seconds of mental processing occured.

"Well," Jarvis said finally. "Nobody can say this camp is boring." 

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Puck glanced back. Spryo was gaining. She never would've thought the lazy dragon would be so darn quick, but then again, it would make this easier. In a blink, she leapt up, with one hand grabbing a tree branch, and hoisted herself up.

Spyro skidded to a halt in front of her spot and growled at her.

"Now, now," Puck said, grinning. "Calm yourself. I'm sure we can work things out." She paid no attention to Spyro's frantic scraping at the tree trunk. "You want donuts. I need help. Are you getting my drift? Or are you as stupid as you look?"

"Why would I want to help you?" Spryo said, trying to sound menacing, but ended up demonstrating a walrus-with-a-headcold tone.

"Because then you'll get AAAALLL these donuts. Back in the dining hall, you'd've had to share."

Spyro pouted and looked away.

Puck lifted a donut off the plate and dangled it on her finger, waving it back and forth in front of Spyro's face. The silver dragon's eyes traced its path, the glaze shimmering in the seting sun.

"I w-w-won't help you!" Spyro said, tearing his eyes away.

"Fine then." Puck took a huge bite out of the donut and chewed it sloppily in his face. "Mmmmm, delicous!" She ripped another chunk off. "Shame Spyro doesn't want one. I'll have to eat these all by myself!" she said in a singsongy voice.

"Okay! Okay! I'll do it!" Spyro cried. "For the donuts!"

Puck smirked. Step one: Get a minion. Check. 

Then she jumped out of the tree and spit out the donut. She hated them, so fakely sweet. Spryo looked horrified. "K, buddy. First task. Tie these bananas to the ends of the string." She handed him three bananas and three five foot sections of string. "I'll be back in a second, I have my own work to do."

She was gone. Spyro blinked. Oookaaay. 

C'mon, thread, pop up there to the top!

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"Okay, pay up." Leeli said, trying not to giggle as Nova lay, groaning, with the unicorn standing sullenly above her. Nova sighed and got up.

"Geez, that thing is tougher than it looks. I wish I had ten dollars!" A stack of crisp bills tied around the middle with a ribbon appeared in front of her, and she scooped down and tossed them to Leeli, who caught them with one hand.

"Money's no use in here," Danie pointed out, stroking the cat. It was a small, yellowy tabby, and the girls had named her Daffodil.

"Still," Leeli said, pocketing it, "For when we get out, right?" Since Danie had told them about the possibiblity of getting out, both girls had been incredibly optimistic.

"Yeah, but nobody knows what the stuff to put in the stew is," Danie said. She also didn't mention that her friends on the Outside didn't know Leeli and Nova, thus not letting them get out.

They weren't listening. Leeli was climbing up onto the unicorn, saying, "You know, he needs a name, right? How 'bout. . . Captain Sparklez?"

"Nah," Nova said. "Something magical, like Bob!"

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"So now we get no dessert." Silvery Ink threw her hands in the air. "Fine predicament."

While everyone grumbled about the injustice of this, Dev was thinking. (A very unusual occurance, but there you are.) Puck.

Puck never did anything without a motive. There was a reason, and it wasn't that donuts were tasty. (Though Dev himself prefered PopTarts.) There was something going on, and Dev had to find out what it was. Dev stood up and slipped out the door.

"Hey, Feather," St. Owl tapped her on the shoulder. "It's campfire time. Since the donuts got revoked, we get s'mores!"

"Great," Feather said, not looking up from her encyclopedia. She followed St. Owl, who was chatting with Somebody, out of the dining hall. It was a short trek to the campfire pit, and the campers settled themselves on logs by the flickering flames.

"Where's Dev?" Volcano asked, gazing mischiviously at the fire. "Let's make flaming marshmallows!" She snatched up a sugary pillow and lit it on fire, tossing it in the air so it exploded like a minature firework. Shifting rolled her eyes.

St. Owl peered behind her. Where WAS Dev? She pointed this out to Feather, who was munching on a warm s'more and reading. She waved it away. "Don't worry about him. If Dev's not here, we should be counting our blessings."