Moose Crossing Infirmary

My tummy hurts! I'm homesick!
I want to go home!

First letter:

Dear Mom and Dad,

Hi How are you? I love you. Please pick me up.
Love Josh

Second letter:

This is an emergency pick me up now.

Third letter:

Dear Mom and Dad,

Hi How are you? I love you! I still want to come home but in the meantime can you send me 8 packages of jolly rangers, 8 packages nerds, 20 chuba chups, 12 sour warheads, 8 packages of gum. Write me. Love you, Josh

First letter:

Dear Mom, Dad,

I miss you so, so, so, so,so, so,so, so,so, so,so, so,so, so, much! I am very homesick. I want you to come pick me up right know. Can you pick me up Friday morning at 10:30 a.m? I cry every morning because I miss you so much. I love you all so so so so so so so so so so so so much. I miss you very very very much. love, Jessica.

Second letter:

Dear Mom Dad,

I miss you so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much. I love you all a lot! I don't want to come back next year. I hate camp. I cry a lot and I am very very homesick. I am so happy to be going home in 5 days but still wish I was going home today. Can you please send me a picture you guys? love, Jessica

Third letter:

Dear Mom and Dad,

Thank you for the beautiful picture! Camp is great. I hope you didn't get my other letter yet because I wrote it to you the first day and I was really homesick. Now I'm not anymore. The food isn't better than yours but it's okay. I already went canoeing, sailing, kayaking and water skiing. Unfortunately my tooth is still in. How are you?
I love you very much. Jessica

Children of the heavenly Father
Safely in His bosom gather;
Nestling bird nor star in Heaven
Such a refuge e’er was given.

God His own doth tend and nourish;
In His holy courts they flourish;
From all evil things He spares them;
In His mighty arms He bears them.

Neither life nor death shall ever
From the Lord His children sever;
Unto them His grace He showeth,
And their sorrows all He knoweth.

Though He giveth or He taketh,
God His children ne’er forsaketh;
His the loving purpose solely
To preserve them pure and holy.

Lo, their very hairs He numbers,
And no daily care encumbers
Them that share His every blessing
And His help in woes distressing.

Praise the Lord in joyful numbers:
Your Protector never slumbers.
At the will of your Defender
Every foeman must surrender.