It doesn't make sense unless you read the following story: Once upon a time, there was a magical dinosaur who lost his wings. He had a map to find them but he started hiking near a volcano and it melted. However, he still had his headsets and vibrant imagination!
I have yet to mail out my letter to Claire. Hopefully all is well at camp because I keep missing her calls which, coincidentally, are at 12:15pm during the weekdays. I'm mailing Claire paper puppets in her letter just to kick it up a notch. She's going to need some toothpicks or something to carry them 'cause they are so small!
Edit: IT WASN'T CLAIRE THAT WAS CALLING ME. IT WAS SOMEBODY ELSE. NEVERMIND.