Ralph just couldn't get comfortable. He'd gone to bed at eleven just like always but tossed and turned instead of falling straight to sleep. That was unusual for him, and he didn't know what to do about it.
Just after one a.m. he sighed and got up.
"Guess I need to burn off some energy, maybe," he muttered as he searched in the dark without success for his shoes.
He snarled, out of patience with himself, and finally opted to turn on his bedside lamp so he could locate his sneakers before he tripped over them.
Ralph put them on, stood, stretched, and stepped down out of his camper into a warm still night.
Couple laps around the place ought to do it, he assured himself, and set out on his unwanted and unwelcome dead of night stroll.
He'd just reached the edge of the setup when he saw m
