It was a Dark and Stormy Night...

     "It was a dark and stormy night, we were all sitting around a campfire, when someone asked me to tell a story, and so it began," our camp leader, Leader Luke, as we called him, cleared his throat. "It was a dark and stormy night, we were all sitting around a campfire, when someone asked me to tell a story an-"
     "Hey! Your just saying the same thing over and over!" I told him insultingly. "Tell us a real story!"
     Our camp leader laughed. "My Grandpa told that one to me when I was a kid. It took me a while before I figured it out."
     "I've got another one," said Tom, straightening a little "Pete and Repeat were on a bridge, Pete fell off, so who was left?"
     "Poor Pete," Muttered Zoe, the kindhearted one.
     "That's easy, the person left was Repeat." I flushed proudly.
      Tom started again "Pete and Repeat were on a bridge, Pete fell off, so who was left?"
     "Repeat!" I had already said that, why was he asking again?
     "Pete and Repeat were on a-"
     "All right quit it, we all get what your saying." Rob rolled her eyes as he talked. "Can we have smores now?"
     Leader Luke looked up from the flames. "Sure, why don't you guys go find some good roasting sticks, and I'll get the marshmellows."
     Soon, we all had three or four smores in our belly, and were tucked soundly in our sleeping bags, Zoe and I in one tent, Tom and rob in another, and Leader Luke in the third. I was almost asleep when Zoe asked,
     "Where's Drizzle? She usually sleeps with me," Her eyes looked round and scared.
     Where was she?  We realized that we would have to go outside and find Drizzle, our black lab. We both picked up our flashlights and put on our coats and shoes, then stepped into the night. We flicked on our flashlights, and beamed them around the trees looking for Drizzle's camoflaged black shape. We didn't see her. Then we took a deep breath and stepped outside the clearing.
     "Drizzle!" We yelled into the night, but we heard no answering bark. Suddenly, we heard something crashing through the woods behind us, and then a hand reached out, grabbing my shoulder and twisting me around. It was...Leader Luke.
     "What are you girls doing?"
     "W-We-We were looking for Drizzle!" I sttuttered slowly.
     "She's lost," Zoe added.
      Luke sighed. "OK, how about you girls go sleep in your tent, and I'll look for Drizzle."
     "OK," together, we trooped back to our tent, which seemed farther away than it was before. When we finally got back to our tent, we zipped the flap, turned on our flashlights, and sat up the rest of the night, afraid to sleep without our beloved dog.