"You'll love Camp Winnepeg," my mother said. "They've got swimming, hiking, sports..." Yeah. All that and Brenda Roman, too. I couldn't stand that prissy little creep! And then when she ruined my plan to bunk with the boys - my real friends - I swore I'd get even. So we declared war. First she rooted for that jerk Jed in our tree-climbing contest. Then I caught her kissing one of the boys from bunk 9 and let everyone know about it. Next she slipped a salamander into my bed. And then - just when I was about to really get her good - she pulled the nastiest trick ever, and blamed it on me! I had to find a way to show everyone that Brenda Roman was the guilty one. Camp Winnepeg wasn't big enough for the both of us!
