said Harry Hippo, "that's the tale of Neville Gnu."
of scouts all clapped and cheered;
"But that is
only one," John Jackal said, "you promised two -
could you make it something weird?"
"We want a
scary story," Peter Puma said, "so black-
and ghosts and skeletons and blood;
recall the one about the demon in the yak
into the witch's evil mud."
cried Billy Bison, "I remember that one well,
was really bad, the Devil's bride,
the yak with haunted mud she'd brewed up down in Hell,
went quite crazy, then he died."
said Larry Lion, "all his brains began to leak,
turned his tail into a snake,
he tried to
bite its head off but it bit him on the cheek,
made his body start to shake!"
"He shook so
much," said Willy Warthog, "both his eyes fell out,
became a thing from Halloween,
went next and then his lips and finally his snout,
foulest thing you've ever seen."
"He died in
pain so bad," said Robbie Rhino, "so severe
echoed to his ghastly screams,
and now the
yak returns to haunt on this night every year,
him in the shadows of your dreams."
Hippo chuckled. "Camp Fire Night" was going great,
and now the
scouts were talking up a fright,
jungle hike, however, that may have to wait -
of them would sleep a wink tonight!
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