Hikes were all good fun until someone pricks their finger on splintered wood...which, unfortunately, was exactly what happened to you. The day's completely ruined now. You just wanna go home...

"Everyday has it's good an bad parts Kiddo," Camp counselor Bandit starts, rubbing your shoulder in sympathy, your tears coat his fur. He's just finished picking out the small splinter in your finger. "Just cuz it stinks now, doesn't mean it's gonna stink forever, eh mate? Your finger will heal." He scratches the back of his head, gaze falling across the field where the other children and camp counselor's play. "Wanna head back to your friends? I'm sure they're worried a great deal about you." The Blue Heeler tries with a smile.