Tealy had planned the perfect campfire night with Dird and DumbDird, complete with s'mores and campfire games. But, as usual, things went downhill fast.
DumbDird was the first to roast his marshmallow. But instead of gently holding it over the fire, he shoved it directly into the flames. Within seconds, the marshmallow was a blazing fireball. Tealy panicked, "DumbDird! Your marshmallow's on fire!"
DumbDird just stared at it, calmly saying, "It's supposed to be, right?" as the entire marshmallow burned into a crispy black lump. DumbDird shrugged and threw it on the ground, not bothered at all.
Meanwhile, Dird managed to make a perfect s'more, the chocolate melting just right. He was about to take a bite when it slipped out of his hands, landing face down in the dirt. DumbDird, with no hesitation, picked it up and chomped down on it. "Tastes fine to me!" he said with his mouth full of dirt and marshmallow.
Tealy, trying to ignore the chaos, was happily eating his own s'more... until he clumsily dropped it right on his shirt. He screamed, "NOOOOOOO! My shirt!" He now had melted chocolate and sticky marshmallow smeared all over him.
Despite the disaster, Tealy tried to salvage the night by suggesting campfire games. But as they started playing, it became clear that no one was really into it. DumbDird kept saying "DURRR" randomly, and Dird was lying on the ground, staring at the stars, clearly checked out. The only one who seemed to be enjoying himself was Tealy, who enthusiastically kept the games going, completely oblivious to the boredom surrounding him.
By the end of the night, Tealy sat by the fire, covered in marshmallow, while DumbDird and Dird yawned in the background. "This was... fun?" Tealy said with forced optimism.
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