One summer night at camp, everyone was roasting marshmallows. The fire was glowing, the stars were out, and life was perfect—until the mosquitoes showed up.
One especially bold mosquito kept buzzing around a camper’s face. Finally, the camper sighed and said,
“Fine, you want a snack? Try this!”
He held out his marshmallow on a stick.
The mosquito landed right on the gooey marshmallow… and instantly got stuck.
From then on, that mosquito became part of the s’more. When the camper bit into it, he joked:
“Mmm… extra protein.”
One summer night at camp, everyone was roasting marshmallows. The fire was glowing, the stars were out, and life was perfect—until the mosquitoes showed up.
One especially bold mosquito kept buzzing around a camper’s face. Finally, the camper sighed and said,
“Fine, you want a snack? Try this!”
He held out his marshmallow on a stick.
The mosquito landed right on the gooey marshmallow… and instantly got stuck.
From then on, that mosquito became part of the s’more. When the camper bit into it, he joked:
“Mmm… extra protein.”
