What? No, it happens to everybody. It happened to me. They throw you in the lake. You swim out. You walk home.
I couldn't just swim out. They duct-taped me. I couldn't even move, really.
When the Colonel asked me how they taped me, I stood like a mummy, with my feet together and my hands at my sides, and showed him how they'd wrapped me up. Then, I plopped down onto the couch.
Wait, wait. They taped you? How?
You could have drowned! They're just supposed to through you in the water in your underwear and run! What were they thinking? Who was it? Kevin Richman and who else? Do you remember their faces?
Yeah, I think.
Did you do something to them?
It wasn't a big deal. I got out fine.
I could have, I suppose. But I didn't.
You could have died!
No, but I'm sure going to do something to 'em now! We'll get them.
Why would they do that?
Well, maybe I should just go to the Eagle tomorrow and tell him.
Absolutely not. You're not because that's not how we deal with things here. And besides, you don't really want to get a reputation for ratting. But we will deal with them, Pudge. I promise you. They will regret messing with one of my friends.
If the Colonel thought that calling me his friend would make me stand by him, well, he was right.