It was dark and a little eerie by the campfire where Jonas and his friends were huddled.
They were telling ghost stories, and each boy tried to make his story scarier than the
last. Jonas looked around to see if his dad was anywhere nearby. Suddenly, they heard a
loud crack and rustling in the nearby woods. "What's that?" whispered Jonas to the boy
next to him. He didn't want to admit it, but he was downright scared now. His heart was
racing. He could see a large shadowy figure approaching, holding something that
looked like a knife. "Thought you might want to toast some marshmallows," said Jonas's
father as he stepped into the light of the fire. He held up a bag of marshmallows in one
hand and metal skewers--not a knife--in the other. Jonas and his friends breathed sighs
of relief. His father taught the group a secret trick for making toasted marshmallows,
and they each ate about fifteen.
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