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and I both looked at Toad, who seemed upset at Flex’s comment.
    â€œI take it you and Flex don’t get along too well,” I said.
    Toad forced a fake smile and said, “Flex is just fine. Everyone here is part of the Camp Grizzly family.” Then he called out for everyone to follow him back to our cabins.
    â€œSo are you still going to get the bear claw?” Graham asked me.
    I thought for a minute. I wasn’t so sure that there were bears in China with stickers on their claws. “I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”
    â€œWell, I’m going to buy one,” Graham said. “It will make me look tough at the marshmallow roast with the girls. Who cares what David thinks?” He paid for the claw, and we started walking back to the cabin.
    â€œYou know, just wearing this claw makes me feel stronger,” Graham said. He clenched his fists and flexed his arm muscle. “Oh yeah, much stronger,” he added in a strained voice.
    The look on his face was pretty convincing. I felt his flexed arm. I wasn’t sure if I was feeling a muscle or not. It was kind of squishy.
    â€œSo you really think that makes you stronger?”
    Graham pulled his arm away from my grasp. “Of course I do. Watch this.” Graham walked over to a big rock on the side of the trail. It was about the size of a beach ball. He squatted down, put both arms around it, and tried to lift. After a few groans and other weird noises, he let go.
    â€œThis one must be cemented into the ground,” he said. Then he searched for another smaller rock. This time he found one about the size of a bowling ball. Again, he bent over and gave it a heave, but it didn’t budge either. Finally, he picked up a small rock the size of a baseball. “Yeah, check it out,” he said.
    â€œWow, very impressive,” I joked. We made our way back to the cabin.
    All three of the cabins in our bear patrol stood around a large campfire pit. There were three long benches made from logs around the pit. I hoped we would be able to make a fire there. We took a seat on the benches.
    I looked around at our bear patrol. Tiny and BB sat next to me and Graham. On another bench was a skinny kid named Carl who was picking his nose and a boy named Jackson who just stared at Carl picking his nose. A kid named Shawn and another named Kenny were sitting on the ground in front of the bench and playing in the dirt. There were four other kids on the last bench. They had their shirts pulled up and were trying to decide whose belly button stuck out the most. It didn’t seem like any of us belonged in the popular crowd. Becoming popular was going to be harder than I’d thought.
    Toad stood up on one of the benches. “Okay, gang, the first order of business is coming up with a name for our patrol. You guys don’t want to be called ‘those guys from cabins four, five, and six.’ So what do you think?” He looked at us and waited. Since we didn’t know everyone in our troop yet, we were all a little nervous about saying anything. Finally Graham spoke up.
    â€œHow about the Bear Claws?” he said, holding up the claw hanging around his neck.
    That kid Jackson raised his hand. “How about the Dinosaurs?”
    Another guy yelled out, “Sharks?”
    â€œHow about the Arachnids?” BB shouted, jumping up. Everyone stopped and stared at him. “Or maybe not,” he added. He quickly sat back down.
    Then this kid named Kyle yelled out, “Let’s be the Toads!” We all looked at him like he was crazy. He was kind of like a boy version of Lizzy, the biggest teacher’s pet in my school. Toad seemed to like it though.
    â€œLet’s have a vote,” Toad said. We all raised our hands as he repeated the different names. “It looks like the top two names are the Toads and the Bear Claws. So raise your hand if you want Bear Claws.” There were six hands in the