alone,” Katie said. “Like he was lost or something. We just wanted to take care of him.”
“Well, we’ll get Rocky,” Carrie said. “And I’ll take him where he’ll be safe and away from us.”
“You can’t put him in a cage,” Katie pleaded. “That would be like punishing him. He didn’t do anything wrong. Rainbow and I did.”
“We have to get him out of here, Katie,” Carrie insisted. “We have to make sure the campers stay safe.”
“There has to be another way,” Katie tried again.
Carrie thought for a minute. “Maybe there is,” she said. “Come with me.”
That evening Katie found herself hiking through the dark woods with Carrie by her side. With every few steps they took, Carrie dropped a few bits of animal feed. Much to Katie’s amazement, soon Rocky appeared and followed behind them. He stayed far away—he was very scared of people. But he was following them just the same, eating the feed as he went.
Before long there were so many big, thick trees Katie could barely see the sky. The woods were scary at night. Katie was glad she was with a grown-up. It would be terrible to be alone out here. Katie sighed. Rocky probably felt pretty lonely right now.
It was as if Carrie realized what Katie was thinking, because she said, “If we can get him far enough out into the woods, maybe he can find some other raccoons.”
“What if we can’t?” Katie asked her.
Carrie stopped short and pointed her flashlight down to the ground. The light fell on some animal tracks. The front-paw tracks were short, with five fingerlike lines. The back-paw tracks were longer and thinner. But they had fingerlike lines, too.
“Raccoon tracks!” Katie cried out.
“Shhh . . .” Carrie whispered. She pointed to a nearby tree. “I think this story is going to have a happy ending.”
Katie looked toward where Carrie was pointing. A big mother raccoon and her baby were sitting on a low branch. The baby looked a lot like Rocky.
“Is that Rocky’s mom?” Katie asked her.
Carrie shrugged. “Could be. Anyway, he won’t be alone with her here. She’ll take care of him. He’s got a family now.”
Katie nodded.
“Come on, we’d better get back to camp,” Carrie told her.
“Okay,” Katie said. She felt kind of sad. She was going to miss Rocky. And so would Rainbow.
But thanks to Katie, Rocky was going to be a very happy raccoon. As she and Carrie headed back through the dark woods toward Camp Cedar Hill, Katie began to cheer. “I’m Katie Kazoo. Couldn’t be prouder. And if you can’t hear me, I’ll shout a little louder!”
Chapter 11
Alicia’s angry voice was the first thing Katie heard when she entered the Bumblebee cabin.
“Who knocked all my stuff onto the floor?” Alicia demanded angrily.
“Not me,” said Chelsea, who stood by the bathroom mirror brushing her long, silky hair. “I was playing basketball.”
“It wasn’t me,” Gianna told Alicia. “I was at arts and crafts, cooking, and tennis this afternoon. I haven’t been back to the bunk since lunch.”
“And Rainbow’s on that hike,” Alicia recalled. She stomped across the cabin toward where Katie was standing. “Which means it had to be you!” she shouted. “You’re the one who dumped all my clothes out of my cubby.”
Katie bit her lip. That was sort of true. Except she hadn’t been Katie when she’d done it.
“Alicia, stop yelling at everyone,” Shannon said as she walked into the cabin. “It’s your own fault that your clothes are on the floor. You left food in your cubby. A raccoon came in here looking for it. Then he escaped through that window.” She pointed to the torn screen.
“A raccoon!” Alicia gulped. She knew she was in trouble.
“And that’s why tonight, while the rest of us are at a campfire roasting marshmallows, you’re going to be here, helping someone from maintenance fix the window,” Shannon continued.
Alicia said nothing and kicked at the ground. Katie