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Toad Claw!” I ran over and jumped in. Unfortunately, instead of making a huge cannonball splash, I hit the bottom. Not only did my foot hurt now, but my bottom was bruised. I stood up, and the water was only a little higher than my knees. Graham had been running behind me, but after seeing me crash, he came to a screeching halt and waded through the water until he was at my side. The water reached a little higher on him, but not much.
    â€œWhat’s this all about?” he said. “You can’t swim in here.”
    â€œI know. Why would they even have this shallow place?” We tried to think of something fun we could do there. We tried jumping up and down, but that wasn’t fun at all. We tried sitting down, but that was like sitting in a big bathtub. Finally, we just got out and joined Toad and the rest of our group for the walk back to our cabin.

6
    Extra Tighty Whities
    â€œOKAY, TOAD CLAWS! It’s almost everyone’s favorite time of day: dinner!” Toad announced. “We have about thirty minutes if any of you want to shower off that lake water before you eat. Otherwise, you can have free time in your cabin.”
    I definitely wanted a shower. I felt like I had a bunch of dirt in my swimming trunks from my cannonball into the shallow water. Graham, Tiny, BB, and I all decided to shower. The rest of the guys thought they were clean enough already.
    When we got to the showers a bunch of kids were drying off and getting dressed. “Hey, these are the boys’ showers,” David said as we walked in. “No girls allowed.” They all laughed.
    â€œHow come you’re here then?” BB snapped back. He and Graham gave each other a high five. I shook my head, wondering why we always had to run into David.
    â€œJust wait until the Olympics. Then you’ll see who the real men are,” David sneered.
    â€œWe’ll see, all right,” Graham said.
    We set our clothes down on a bench and each took a shower stall. Tiny started singing one of the camp songs we had learned about a little green frog. Pretty soon we all joined in. After a couple more songs Tiny, BB, and I got out and dressed. Graham was still enjoying the hot shower after being in the cold lake.
    â€œCome on, man,” I told him.
    â€œJust go ahead without me. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he replied.
    â€œOkay, we’ll wait for you at the cabin.” Graham just kept singing. BB and I started running back to the cabin. I thought Tiny was right behind us, but when I turned around, he was still near the showers walking really slowly.
    â€œHey, are you all right?” I called back to him. We stopped and waited for him to catch up.
    â€œI don’t know. I just feel a little uncomfortable,” Tiny said. He had a sick look on his face.
    â€œWhat do you mean?” I asked. He stood there for a moment trying to find the words to describe how he was feeling.
    â€œIt’s probably nothing,” he finally said. We walked back to the cabin. Tiny tried to sit down on BB’s bunk, but it looked like he was having a hard time.
    â€œWhat’s wrong with you, Tiny?” BB asked.
    â€œYou didn’t do a cannonball in the shallow part of the lake too, did you?” I said.
    â€œNo, it’s just that—”
    Just then Graham came busting through the cabin door. “Do I look smaller than I did this morning?” he interrupted.
    â€œWhat are you talking about?” BB asked.
    â€œWell, either my mom bought me some huge . . . um . . . clothes by mistake, or I have suddenly gotten puny.”
    I looked at Graham. “You don’t look any punier than normal.”
    â€œThat’s so weird,” Tiny said. “I feel the total opposite—like I got even bigger.”
    â€œYou guys look the same to me,” BB said.
    â€œIt just feels like my”—Tiny got quiet and whispered—“like my underwear is suddenly really