He's the troop mascot and if you walk around him three times and ruffle up his beautiful curly hair, you can change your luck.
Well, now I'll tell you about the meeting.

We had a big special meeting to decide about two things, and believe me, those two things had momentous consequences.

Momentous--that's a good word, hey?
One thing, we wanted to decide about our campaign for collecting books for soldiers, and another thing, we wanted to decide how we could all go up to Temple Camp in our cabin launch, the Good Turn.
This large arid what--do--you--call--it launch--I mean commodious launch--is a dandy boat, except for one thing--the bow is too near the stern.

If we were sardines instead of boy scouts, it would be all right, but you see there's twenty-four of us altogether, not counting Captain Kidd, our mascot--he's a parrot.
So I got up and said, "How are we going to crowd twenty--four growing boys and a parrot into a twenty foot launch ?" "It can't be did," Doc Carson shouted.

"Then some of us will have to hike it on our dear little feet," I said.
"Or else we'll have to get a barge or something or other and tow it," Artie Van Arlen said.
"What, with a three horse-power engine ?" somebody else shouted.
"You can bet I won't be one of the ones to hike it," Pee-wee yelled; "I'll dope out some scheme or other." And believe me, he did.
Well, after we'd been talking about an hour or so on how we'd manage it, Mr.Ellsworth, our scoutmaster, up and said there was plenty of time for that as long as we were not going to camp for a couple of weeks anyway, and that we'd better begin thinking of how we were going to start about collecting books for soldiers.
All the while I had something very important to or say, and I was kind of trembling, as you might say, "for I thought maybe Mr.Ellsworth wouldn't like the idea.