Space Camp

“Fawn,” said Spot, noticing that Fawn was reading a pamphlet. “What are you reading?”

Fawn lifted up the pamphlet and showed it to Spot.

“I should have known,” said Spot.

Ever since the crash of the Space Shuttle Columbia on February 1, 2003, Fawn has had an interest in space. A few days ago he had seen an ad in the paper about a Space Camp.

“I sent away for this pamphlet,” said Fawn. “I just got it in the mail today.”

“So you really want to be an astronaut,” said Spot.

“Yes,” said Fawn. “I really do.”

“You would be the first bull in space,” said Spot. “That would be quite an achievement.”

Fawn filled out the form and Spot found him a stamp and they both walked up to the mailbox and mailed it.

A few days later, Fawn heard a knock at the barn door. Spot was up at the Hansen’s house, so he answered the door. To his surprise and amazement, two NASA officials were standing there.

“Mr. Fawn Hansen,” said the one.

“That’s me,” said Fawn.

“Come with us,” said the other.

“You mean I’m going to space camp!” said Fawn, excitedly.

“You are to report for duty at 0100 hours,” said the one.

Fawn left with the officials.

“Spot!” exclaimed Mr. Hansen, from the living room, with the television blaring in their ear. “Come quick. Fawn is on television.”

“Oh my!” exclaimed Spot, when the news announcer stated that Fawn was about to board a new spacecraft, NASA had dubbed as Space Camp. “Fawn is really going into space. He thought he was just going to a Space Camp.”

Fawn became a local hero and when he arrived back home, he couldn’t believe it.

“All these people are here to see me come home from Space Camp,” said Fawn, wiping a tear from his eyes.

“Fawn,” said Spot. “I don’t know how to tell you this but you weren’t at Space Camp last week. You were really in space.”

“I was,” said Fawn.

“Yes,” said Spot. “You were.”

Fawn reached for the telephone.

“What are you doing?” asked Spot.

“I’m calling NASA,” said Fawn. “I want to go into space again and only this time, I want to know I’m there.”